What happens in Woonsocket stays in Woonsocket.
June 1st 2006 Right at this moment, I am squaring off with a pesky seagull who keeps attempting raids on the trail mix Paul and I are nibbling peacefully on a blanket in a shady spot on the grass overlooking the American side of Niagara Falls. Other than that one seagull, things are pretty perfect. And the fact that my underwear are still pretty wet after our earlier forays into the falls’ ferocious mist is a
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