It's times like these (and there are so many more of them to come) that I wish I were a capuchin monkey. Swinging from any number of supple vines in a South American rain forest... it occurs to me I may not feel so inclined to write to everyone I've promised to write. Indeed, I may be more compelled to sit on a hot coal in silver hell and wait
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-Luca
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