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[...] Around age 32, I had a fantastic job. I lived in a gorgeous, charming house, decorated in cheerful comic-book colors with groovy music swimming through my oaky, plant-filled home. I had been (and continue to be) blessed with more rich, loving friendships than could possibly be fair; I sometimes can’t sleep pondering how I could be this fortunate. And I could buy cookies whenever I wanted. [...]
March 5th, 2008 at 9:17 pm
[...] Around age 32, I had a fantastic job. I lived in a gorgeous, charming house, decorated in cheerful comic-book colors with groovy music swimming through my oaky, plant-filled home. I had been (and continue to be) blessed with more rich, loving friendships than could possibly be fair; I sometimes can’t sleep pondering how I could be this fortunate. And I could buy cookies whenever I wanted. [...]