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I close mailboxes while I run. You'd be surprised how many mailbox lids hang open. They're like these strange slack-jawed creatures littering the sidewalks. Jaws wide open for their next prey ( Read more... )

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Okay, so it's been over four years since Tia and I first started bopping around in our sophomore dorm rooms at 2 in the morning to Florez's CD. And even longer since we first met the guys at Furman when they were seniors (with P.S. an NV living room decked out -all four walls- in wood paneling, retro carpet, and tiffany lamps) but nonetheless I ( Read more... )

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