Whose Baby Is Messing Around?

[moneypenny]

On Saturday afternoon, I was tootling down Beacon Street in Inman Square in the friendly sunshine and passed by an improv performance space with a smattering of postcard adverts for the studio's upcoming shows. One of the postcards sported a picture that I recognized from my Friends List, featuring a girl whose journal I read, who also lives in

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[perich]

but whom I haven't met.

Nobody's fault but your own, really.

[landoffools]

Yeah. Nerd.