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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Wed, Jun. 18
... To see for certain
Maybe I can prove his time travel theory.

I have been thrust headfirst back into the world of Joe. Or so it seems. I've got paint splattered all over me, I've got an envelope of receipts in my purse, and I spent the afternoon scouring Wal-Mart, looking for the industrial-sized vats of gold glitter.

It's like I'm living three months ago, except that I'm in shorts instead of sweats, and there's no snow on the ground.

Yeah. I've got to get some paperwork and some reading done, so I'm going to have a shower and then hit Denny's. Oh, the life of me.
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posted at 11:27 p.m.