I will never again complain about how dreary and cold and long and awful Portland Februaries are. At least not until next year (or next week if the weather deteriorates that quickly).
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- day fifty-nine: baller
- day fifty-eight: dancer
- day fifty-seven: reflection
- day fifty-six: bosom buddies
- day fifty-five: she's so sweet when she's asleep
- day fifty-four: let me introduce you to my new (pi...
- day fifty-three: while it lasts
- day fifty-two: red on blue, blue, blue
- day fifty-one: say it ain't so!
- day fifty: white girls can jump, too
- day forty-nine: blossoming
- day forty-eight: young at heart
- day forty-seven: young
- day forty-six: old
- day forty-five: the best things about valentine's day
- day forty-four: the worst thing about valentine's day
- day forty-three: lame
- day forty-two: awesome
- day forty-one: staying put
- day forty: leaving
- day thirty-nine: white
- day thirty-eight: yellow
- day thirty-seven: black
- day thirty-six: red
- day thirty-five: green
- day thirty-four: orange
- day thirty-three: blue
- day thirty-two: gray
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