Shucks. I left my handy-dandy, oh-so-portable lunch box at Harvard. I love that lunch box. It makes me happy because it carries food in it. It's the epitome of a good thing.
Any guesses to whether somebody picked it up after class?
Didn't think so.
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- Newly minted attorney who's picked up for California and left her loved ones behind. A chronicle of her "gap year."
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