I'm rereading Anna's e-mail, detailing her amazing travels through Italy, her visit to the Sistine Chapel, her upcoming weekend with friends on the Italian Riviera, while my mother nags me to help her unload the groceries. It's not that I'm even unhappy- I'm not really, regardless of how sorry for myself I may feel at any given moment- I just feel
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