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There's a skein of Cascade The Heathers underneath my desk. There's also a hook. I keep hearing this little voice say "hello? I need someone to make me into a ball. And then maybe crochet me into a swatch. And maybe a bath in the washing machine. Will you please do that RIGHT NOW?!" I'm trying to ignore it. It's very difficult.