Coming home to Boston is always such a journey down memory lane. When I look at my room, it's as if time stopped. On my desk are the acting trophies I got at age 13; the picture of my high school field hockey team after our pumpkin-carving party; a picture of me and Ali at prom. If you dig a little deeper in some of the stacks of paper, some
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I think the craziest thing I found was the script for my 3rd grade musical (I was the star), which the pervy music teacher at our school had written. Some of the lines were pretty wrong. I mean, kids tend to take things literally, so I guess that's why we never picked up on it, but there was some crazy innuendo going on there. Ick! :)
I've always thought of you as being very kind. I love you bunches!
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