Our Little Black Book
April 8th 2006 Some backstory:
On the flight from Atlanta to Rio de Janeiro, we encountered a friendly Brazilian man named Plinio. We didn't say much to him, other than we were visiting Rio (which should have been at least a little obvious given our plane was scheduled to land there), but before too long he had invited us to a birthday barbecue at his house that Friday. We called him Friday and told him we
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