Of the myriad things I will bring home with my from New Zealand, none is more surprising than a newly discovered addicition. For those who know me well, my sensitivity to foreign substances in my body is no big secret. If you've ever been hungover with me--or driven from Charleston to Ohio on study drugs with me--then you know that my temple of a body is very easily invaded by varying jihadist substances. Hmm, that didn't sound right. Basically what I'm trying to say is that I think I'm addicted to caffeine. Espresso, to be more specific. Let me give you an example. Today I left what has become one of my favorite places in this whole bluegreen planet. Raglan, home of left hand breaks, beautiful bush, birds, fish, and farmland, is the first and now
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