Well, 33 has always been one of my favorite numbers. For those of you who believe in Numerology (and I know that narrows it down to just me), 33 is actually my number, aligning me, I've been told, with some sort of "higher vibration." Yeah, well, anyway, like I was saying - 33 is not a bad number. A 33-karat ring? Hot damn! Okay! 33 dollars? Certainly not a fortune, but a gal can buy at least two good pizzas with that. A 33 gun salute? Only if they're all pointing away from me. But 33 days until I leave, finally and for the first time, to Europe! Christ. I'm not going to make it. I sit in my apartment in Brooklyn, amidst heaps of poorly organized school work that I should be tending to this
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