one of my coworkers told me yesterday that his aunt went to smith college in the 60's.
she was friends with sylvia plath.
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i'm going to be late for work, but i don't even care. finishing my coffee this morning is a primal necessity; thus, i type and sip. this is the last day of work before a four-day weekend at the beach with the fam. today of course will drag, but the others will be over in a few overjoyed heartbeats. [in other words, i'll find myself at the table, drinking coffee, wishing i didn't have to go to work again far too soon.]
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