It's been a long time since I've written. And never so formally.
we drove back up to cambridge yesterday with rich, leslie, and jonas. it feels weird to drive north looking for home, but its here.
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mighty aphrodite
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October is pizza month
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waking up
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why did i decide to hold the damn cookbook?
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