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- We are down to one week together. Dear Seattle, I will miss you. I didn't know what I was getting into, and now I don't want to get out of it. Who knew you could get "friends"? Who knew? Things make me want to vomit. I don't vomit, but it's hard to stuff food down my gullet. In my backpack and messenger bag this lovely afternoon: journal and notepads, a bottle of Australian wine, a jean jacket, a pair of underwear (clean), a camera, and Runner's World. Happy July. I love hot days.
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