Thanksgiving was a drawn out affair, taking place around a fairly ornate antique dining room table in Troy, Michigan. Turkey was consumed in appropriately dainty portions, the mashed potatoes gone in an instant, and the rock solid rolls were untouched. We all sat in silence as the banana yellow wax from the candles slowly dripped down the burnished
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Speaking of Christmas. I wrote an article for my school newspaper on the commercialization of Christmas. I despise how .. plastic everything's become.
I hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving.
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I'd love to keep you on my list, if you wouldn't mind.
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I've read your journal and you seem quite interesting. :) Right now I'm just re-vamping some things and re-organizing and I'll add you asap. Promise.
Hope you are well, and nice to meet you.
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I am glad you'd like to stay. :) Your journal & pictures are very, very nice.
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