8:30 this morning I'm sleeping and the phone rings. I pick up and it's Shana (pronounced Shawna, right Sar?), Sarah's pregnant aunt, whose kids I babysat alot last summer. So she starts talking to me about the French program I'm doing this summer, and how she did it in Trois Rivieres when she was in university. I'm half asleep and mumbling "uh huh
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