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London that Night…


So, of course, we follow them into the bathroom. A giant guy and one of the smartest (and coolest) girls I’ve ever met tell me to follow them into a bathroom in London.  What the heck?  I’m following them in!  … Continue reading

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Still London…


The afternoon turns into evening and we’re back at the hotel to clean up and change.  I put on the slinkiest dress and the highest heels I can find and MB and I are down in the lobby with everyone … Continue reading

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London…


I’m a New Yorker.  I’m used to walking.  I like to walk.  Thank goodness everyone else does too.  MB and I hold hands as we all walk for a while and we’re pointed out famous statues, streets where movies have … Continue reading

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Meeting MB – IV


That morning on the bench near the ice rink turns into an afternoon and evening.  And the following day.  And the next.  And the next. MB rarely goes to his club.  When I ask him why he says he isn’t really a … Continue reading

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