Hello, fellow fiending cretins (said with respect). I had a jewelry letter slated to go up first until I found myself shaking like a chihuahua in my Sundae School fleece last Friday. My neighborhood felt more like a scene out of Dr. Zhivago than Moonstruck. Pig and I trotted to CVS and steeped ourselves in the solace of the communal shock at the switch-…
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