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05/17/2004

These go to eleven.

Eleven eggs retrieved this afternoon. They won't all be mature; of those that are, they won't all fertilize; of those that do, they won't all divide properly. But this is more eggs than I've ever made before. I choose to believe it's a pretty good start.

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