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August 18, 2005

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Erin

What a cool story! I love stuff like this.

nina

I agree, great story! I'm always asking everyone to tell me their love stories, and this one is especially sweet.

Mquest

That is cool and scary at the same time

your mother

Darling, how did you recall the one night we played marathon bridge...I and Barbara. It was a blast, but we didn't know that adjective in those days of old.

Brooke

I can't believe it, I found a spelling/grammar error in your blog!! You wrote "after a month or two or facilitated get-togethers..." Didn't you mean "a month or two OF facilitated get-togethers"? My pettiness never ceases to amaze me!

Karen

Yikes! Thanks, I fixed it.

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