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Quarantine diaries, day 4

 I managed to practice violin a bit today. I've forgotten how to be patient it seems ahhaha. My teacher texted me to see how I was and told me to stop practicing so much. Oops.

Other that I blogged about my trip but not much else happened. I heard news that the ferries were cancelled. So good thing I was stuck in Vancouver anyway. 

It was a lot of coughing today but less sneezing. I finished this short Korean series about two chefs who hate each other but actually like each other. At night I seemed to have lost of my sense of smell. 

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