This past weekend was one of those weekends, weather-wise, that I liken to the mousey, quiet, Robert Jordan-reading girl freaking out and becoming the high school skank. In spite of the sub-60-degree weather the previous, um, day, all of a sudden it's sunny and 90 degrees. "You see?" says the Bay Area. "I'm cool too! I'm hip to spring! OMG,
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