May 8th, 2005

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I woke up with a boy this morning, and that meant that the day was destined to be good. We walked down to the marketplace for some coffee, where we held hands across the table like born romantics.

As we were lying in bed, he handed me an envelope of sorts that was unopened. He explained that it was a letter his niece Ramona had written him, and that she was only three years old, and he told me to open it. I opened the envelope expecting to see a sloppily written letter to Uncle Ben. Shit, the girl even addressed it herself!

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