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Cinderella turned out to be an awesome play. I really loved it even if I was a klutz 3 out of 4 nights (caused a silver platter to drop on the floor, tripped over the foot of a flat, stole the shoe too early in the search scene, etc.) Anyway, one thing that I didn't expect the last night of the play was learning about my neighbor, Carter McDine,

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Sorry if I came of that way. Be glad that you weren't at the table on Friday, though.

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I'm sure worse things have been said at that table, but that just hit a nerve with me. Whenever I would sit at that table, I always end up regretting it in some shape or form. Individually, most people at that table I would gladly have several conversations with, but strength in numbers isn't always a good thing. After that day, even after Jill was so kind as to see if I was alright, I promised myself I wouldn't sit at that table for the rest of the year. Sorry I am so sensitive about this, but it is only natural to me to be as such towards someone I remember flying kites with in my backyard.

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No, I totally undersatnd.