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Thursday, February 11, 2010

I feel I must interject here. You're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself with these revisions and gaps in history. So let me help you remember. I made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear, prepared a lecture on why I have to leave.
Posted by Theresa at 8:43 AM
Labels: Nothing Better (Styrofoam Remix), The Postal Service

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