It's my last day in Tahoe.
In a way, I'm sad. I feel like the end of a peaceful vacation is arriving -- no more snacking on roasted ham, sugar cookies, rum balls, biscotti, cranberries, enchiladas, fajitas, fattening potatoes smothered with cheese and onions -- and I must return home. Except at home, two of my best friends -- one being my somewhat-
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