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I got silently unfriended a lot and it hurt my feelings more than it probably should have, but also always confused me. I would always have to wonder for the rest of my life what I did to upset them, if anything, and if it meant to definitely not say hi to them the next time I saw them. I'd usually reach out directly to ask them, but no one in the ( Read more... )

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DAY FIFTY
Tuesday, October 16th

Our day started at the Morrison Street Minigallery. Operated by a husband and wife team, the exhibit changed almost every month and was confined to the small quarters of what was basically one of those tiny libraries you see all over the suburbs. We were lucky enough to catch it during an X-Files theme, though I'd ( Read more... )

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