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Friday, January 8, 2010
Letter from Mr. James
If the house were on fire, I would grab these.
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Lucy Stag
From the coffee shop guy to your academic adviser to a Montana farmer, Not Friends are people who matter that you may never see again, much less call up for coffee. And poetry, folks. Poetry is my poetry.
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