In the spirit of abysmal personal writing on webblogs,
Today Chris and I sent each other Beo-emails about our lives. Here is the ending of mine:
>Now Hilly is banished from her building //a foreigner on
her floor
>or outcast in the office// a landlord's neighbor
>princess of peace //off Groesbeck.
>Solice.
When the blogosphere gets overcast, that is a sign to be in the street looking for a brighter day. Time going to go serenely gnaw my pita.
HIlary
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