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Wednesday, 05/15/02

One of the the things I dislike about where I live is having a mailbox that's across the street and down the block a bit. Most of the time my housemate is the one who checks it. When I check it and I find three issues of The New Yorker sitting there, it pretty much means he's in debt again. 04:51PM «


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