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May 20, 2007
"The baby looks just like you," aunt Luchen said, passing me the green beans.
"I'm thinking about moving back once my lease is up," as the three-word phrase 'not for him' seemed to triagulate out of my head, Luchen's head and Gamiolos head, hitting the earth-toned flower vase in the center of the table. No at this point it has to be for me not anyone else. "So my loan-processing job starts May 29 but another firm is searching for me also," I advised as Tehren's skittish dog backed away from my extended arm.