And also 66 days until our first anniversary. In real life I know for a week at the beach I will pack Holy Cross sweatshirts and t-shirts from work and jeans that don't fit well and probably possibly a Red Sox hat. I would like to think that I would bring just the above and float around behind sunglasses in flowy skirts and tanktops and bangles, reading stacks of old New Yorker. Maybe this summer.
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