the one with very little substance
Friday, December 29th, 2006so…the last Friday of 2006. Wow.
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“Can I count it off? 1…2…3…4!” — James Brown
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There is an escalator in North Station that throws off my morning rhythym everyday.
It has a longer-than-normal top and bottom: it’s like a moving sidwalk that let itself go in the middle.
It actually feels like an amusement park ride, like a […]