After a day of attempting to cull my belongings in preparation for a move, I cracked open a bottle of wine that one of my writer friends gave me, and after a couple of glasses steeled myself for an email and a piece of paper that could have been brutal but were actually quite lovely. Now I'm going to write a postcard, but I'm at the point of inebriation where I think it's my life's mission to impersonate Fran Healy


 
			
			 
					
						 
					
						 
			
 
 
					
				
 
					
					
					
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			 Originally Posted by Sephex
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