Visiting Lucy and Paul in New Haven is like being a little kid. They cook yummy things, bring you blankets, and tell you to "be good" when they leave the house. Before bed, Paul gives you a glass of water, and Lucy wakes you up in the morning by singing. I am secretly so sad that they are moving.
Tuesday, 27 February 2007
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