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May. 28th, 2008 12:13 amIt was very cold at The Boston Harbor Walk. The fish refused to humor us. I confused a lobster.
The Norwegian Dream snuck up at quarter-of-seven,
and then the police shooed us away so that we could not be terrorists and blow up the Queen Mary II or any of the vehicles involved in its arrival. That was fine: I was sleepy.
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Date: 2008-05-28 11:37 am (UTC)Oh yeah, so THAT'S why I've never been big on fishing.
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Date: 2008-05-28 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-28 02:22 pm (UTC)