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It's 1pm and assuming everything goes as planned, TOR will be well on its way to being rendered useless in the baby making department. I have to say that originally inhale some pause, mostly about a surgeon with unsteady hands or some unlikely swelling of my grapes to make them the size of grapefruits, but after having spoken to enough people I'm pretty confident that all should be good to go

We'll try to send an update tomorrow morning of me sitting at my desk with a sack of frozen peas on my lap.