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Garrett just forwarded me a bunch of pics from our 10th reunion last year. (Well--it's complicated--it WOULD have been my 10th, if I hadn't graduated at the end of 11th grade.) Part of me is sorry to have missed it. It's not like I was close to anyone there but I'm insatiably curious.

Anyway, mega-flashbacks. No one looks radically different, though the fashions have all updated. It's funny how hardly anyone looks really individual. They all followed the style back then (it was amazing how similar everyone's clothes were in our yearbook photos) and they still do now.

... if you confuse my telephone number with my postal code, and send me reminder letters via France, is it no wonder it takes 3.5 weeks for me to receive communications from you?

(This edit brought to you by receiving a letter from Sallie Mae, and then receiving a telephone call from them the same day.)