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| 610 and the Artist's Residence. |
Katie's fine artwork. |
Huntington. |
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| Vancouver, maybe? I can't remember. |
The natives were as thrilled as I was. |
Kate, in front of the MFA. |
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| Katie-Kate. |
I'm fairly certain that's Forsyth. |
The majestic shopping cart in its natural habitat. |
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I don't remember this guy's name, but he has a nice hat. |
Over by the Fens. |
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| Kate, catching snowflakes on her tongue. |
That's a big face. |
I include these only because Kate insists that they're adorable, and I suppose she would know better than I would. |
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| The Fens are quite pretty when the crackheads aren't around. |
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"You look like you're forty and own cats." |