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  <title>there's a picture in your pocket, never feel like you have to hide it</title>
  <subtitle>365 CHALLENGE 2008-2009</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>jillian marie</name>
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  <updated>2008-05-29T03:16:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:5917</id>
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    <title>DAY 79: the one where i rethink my chicago college plans</title>
    <published>2008-05-29T03:16:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-29T03:16:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img width="378" height="507" alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Memorial Day, outside my parent's bedroom window. I watched Recount, an excellent movie. HBO has sucked me in big time, with that and John Adams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:5728</id>
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    <title>DAY 77: the one where euphemisms abound, like peeling bananas and fruit bowls</title>
    <published>2008-05-29T03:08:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-29T03:09:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meg at her Sweet Sixteen. Her mother's fried rice ruined me for all other food. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:5386</id>
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    <title>DAY 72: the one where i realize an old neighbor, zach, is going to be a FRESHMAN next year</title>
    <published>2008-05-29T03:02:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-29T03:02:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another BlueClaw's game. It was Washington Street's first BlueClaws fundraiser. Sat behind a girl who recognized me from my grandparents' golf club, and laughed really hard to Mr. Mackle telling stories about Petco and the pitbulls. This is Jack again, he's such a ham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:5124</id>
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    <title>DAY 64: the one where jack flings his car and hits a person with it</title>
    <published>2008-05-29T02:45:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-29T02:45:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The night before Mother's Day, we had plans to go to this buffet place, and it turns out no one wanted to go there after all when I voiced my own opinion about it. So instead we went to this cozy diner. My brother wanted to sit on my grandmother's lap, and of course that meant Jack, my cousin, had to as well. I think his face is precious here.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:4995</id>
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    <title>DAY 49: the one where my grandparents get fritos as anniversary gifts</title>
    <published>2008-05-29T02:35:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-29T02:35:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary. My whole family went to a restaurant overlooking the New York City skyline. It was really nice, and my flourless chocolate cake was excellent ;)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:4680</id>
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    <title>DAY 48: the one where i act like a bennie</title>
    <published>2008-05-29T02:23:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-29T02:29:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My family and I went to the beach for a walk one night. I have lived here all my life, so I should have realized how cold the sand would have been despite it being the end of April. My toes absolutely froze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:4536</id>
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    <title>day 46: the one where my mother spazzes over "cheesy tots"</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T04:17:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T04:30:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot from this day because i was actually paying attention to my surroundings and not doing homework, the sky was clear for the first time in a&amp;nbsp; few days, and car rides are SO boring, ohmigod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="834" height="625" alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/springbreak08018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my personal favorite of the railway pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/springbreak08007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/springbreak08010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/springbreak08019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/springbreak08024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/springbreak08022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this one is easily my favorite of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/springbreak08020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random carnival behind a wawa near the virginia/maryland border. it was pretty desolate there.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:4143</id>
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    <title>day 45: the one where i go to an indoor water park</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T04:01:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T04:26:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img width="876" height="657" alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/springbreak08005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like this picture. it encompasses the whole place (great wolf lodge) in a ironic way with the missing itty bitty pink croc shoe and no one around. it was a rarity.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:3980</id>
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    <title>day 44: the one where i sit in a car for nine hours only to realize my destination was hell</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T03:56:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T04:24:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img width="752" height="564" alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/springbreak08004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a crappy day to drive all the way to virginia.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:3684</id>
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    <title>day 43: the one where i get accosted by random guys in NYC</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T03:53:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T04:23:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/springbreak08015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home from NYC at the bus terminal. the steepest escalator i have ever been on, seriously, you could have skied off that thing.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:3510</id>
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    <title>day 41: the one where my cousin is a rock god</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T03:48:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T03:50:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="i know it's only rock and roll but i like it, i like it"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/springbreak08030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at his face! he could totally be mick jagger. oh, and i didn't mention this in my regular LJ, but the guy who he's singing next to is sort of famous. actually really famous. he makes guitars for ... wow. fuck brain fog man, i can't remember for who at all. but i do know they're accomplished musicians. lol... &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:3155</id>
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    <title>day 37: the one where i walk aimlessly</title>
    <published>2008-04-15T21:00:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T21:00:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="i've got one hand in my pocket and the other's giving a peace sign"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/random652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a walk around my neighborhood today after school with my camera and my iPod &amp;amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:3041</id>
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    <title>day 26: the one where i learn about the birds and the bees through fireworks</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T21:19:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T20:57:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i figure i'm only going to post pictures when i actually fell well enough to get out o the house and take them. honestly, my house is way too boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i went out last night! so here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="maybe six on a good day. if he's lucky."&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to opening night at the blueclaws last night. it was dead. the stadium was maybe a quarter full. it was sad =\ but i had a good time with sarah! and that's all that matters. many good jokes, but few prospects for boy hunting. that definitely &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;upsetting. oh well. there's always next time ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>DAY 15: the one where my dog demonstrates her excellent bird hunting skills</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T01:13:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T01:22:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="you're just noticing that NOW, lila?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my dog is a sweetheart but really, &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;dumb sometimes. she's a brittany spaniel, and is a field dog by nature. she runs around the house like she's on speed and barks like crazy at all the squirrels and cats and birds that are around my house. so a few minutes ago i was getting dessert, and i walk past this little alcove thing and she's staring at this fake bird my mom put up a few days ago for spring or whatever and barking at it like it's real. then she actually jumps up and tries to bite it. hahah. like i said, sometimes she's not too bright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a great picture, but a funny situation for the day. isn't that what project 365 is all about, capturing the little things you'll forget all about one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:2519</id>
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    <title>DAY 14: the one where jack proclaims a car has a 'gashole'</title>
    <published>2008-03-23T23:48:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T23:48:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="happy easter!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/random573.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin jack who's four, and exactly eleven years and eleven months younger than i. he is in the whole "cursing is funny stage" but today my aunt told a story about how he said his toy cars have 'gasholes', not trying to get away with saying the word asshole but he was being really serious and adamant that cars have one, too. he's a funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. try and tell me he doesn't look like brendon urie&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>DAY 13: the one where my dad wore a repulsive jacket</title>
    <published>2008-03-23T02:30:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T02:33:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">flist, i am so sorry. i went from day five to day thirteen. i realize i have commitment issues haha&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm putting all the pictures under a cut so i don't have to resize them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/JILLIA~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/5k08043.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew (my brother), jillian (same name, crazy, right? there was like a jillian implosion after i was born), and ethan. the latter are twins. my dad participated with the police department in a 5k run which is hilarious if you knew my dad. he is NOT the running type. andrew and the crazy kids ran a mini race as well. i like this picture because the trees look super cool and the foreground is very pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;edit: wow i just realized how alike andrew and jillian look. the two blondes are twins, &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;the kid in the green and the girl in pink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but THIS is the focus of the post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/5k08005.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my dad, by the way. this jacket looks a lot worse in person. NO ONE EVER WEARS THESE TYPES OF JACKETS ANYMORE, AND WITH GOOD REASON. he is ridiculous. the jacket wasn't even his to start out with, it's at least ten years old given to him by a retiring leuitenant because they both had the same name. lol. jeeze. &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:1846</id>
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    <title>iconoclastheart @ 2008-03-17T19:50:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-17T23:51:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-17T23:51:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FLIST, YOU ARE ALL ALLOWED TO POKE ME MERCILESSLY FOR ALREADY MISSING DAYS. SERIOUSLY, I EPIC FAIL AT LIFE.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:1771</id>
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    <title>DAY FIVE: the one where i completely fell apart</title>
    <published>2008-03-15T00:00:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-15T00:01:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="927" height="695" alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this day ranked in the top five worst i have ever had. it might even be &lt;b&gt;the &lt;/b&gt;worst. thank god for people who will try and put you back together when you fall apart. i love each and every one of you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iconoclastheart:1325</id>
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    <title>DAY FOUR: the one where i see a fantastic play and develop mini-crushes on the leads LOL</title>
    <published>2008-03-14T02:41:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T02:41:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="855" height="642" alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a shitty picture of me, but that's okay! sarah looks good. and the play was awesome. SHOUT OUT TO ANDY BROWN BECAUSE NOW I KNOW YOU LURK! ;] you were so freaking funny, and i was really proud to say yeah, that's andy, he's a good friend of mine. &amp;lt;3 stick with it, kid. and logan, jeeze. that boy blew me away. serenade &lt;i&gt;me &lt;/i&gt;one time, please? y/n? haha</content>
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    <title>DAY THREE: the one where i eat cookies to fill a void</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T00:51:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T00:51:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="878" height="658" alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my food obsession recently are these cookies and oreos. it's almost like OCD, everytime i walk past the pantry i need to have at least one. and yes, i did singlehandedly eat one entire package in three days, once. gross hahaha</content>
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    <title>DAY TWO: the one where i show you i sing the blues and swallow them, too</title>
    <published>2008-03-12T00:16:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-12T01:48:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="771" height="902" alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started new medication today and increased some dosages. it did not go well.</content>
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    <title>DAY ONE: the one where i eat a good burrito and meet george w. bush</title>
    <published>2008-03-12T00:13:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-12T01:46:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="919" height="690" alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a place in virginia where my dad, mom, and i stopped at for lunch before my doctor's appointment called tijuana flats. in my opinion, it was much better than surf taco and made surf taco look pretentious. the founder of the franchise also made a hot sauce called slap my ass and call me sally, which i thought was pretty funny. it tasted great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="916" height="687" alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii48/jillfacex/365006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home from said doctor's appointment. this car was decked out in george w. bush regalia, and it was a source of much amusement in the car. there was speculation as to who was in the car for a while: was it dubya himself? his daughter? cheney? &lt;strike&gt;laura&lt;/strike&gt;? (it was determined no woman loves her husband &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;much. anyway, it was just some dorky looking dude. sort of anticlimactic. ( i think it's pretty cool you can see the reflection of our car; it's right under the VW insignia.)</content>
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