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Well, last week was full of unpleasant surprises, no? You’ll be overjoyed to hear that Jack had a great week. He was ecstatic over the Red Sox, Juliette stopped being broody and Sprint gave him a wonderful new phone.

“Uh, Jack, doesn’t the Red Sox win mean the world is coming to an end?”

“Yeah, but it was so great!”

“I’m so glad you used up everyone else’s luck. You do realize this is all your fault, right?”

Last night we had an impromptu dinner party for ten. Jeremy made an immense and yummy ratatouille. Claire and Ada competed for control of the toys, Claire using brute force, Ada using sneakiness. Quinn and I exchanged pots and perspectives on Abu Ghraib, anal fissures and the impending collapse of the dollar. Ian and Jack held forth loudly on various matters. Salome and Ellen sipped alma cay and muscat.

Kat, in a corner, brooded over her newfound sense of political alienation and nihilistic despair. Girl’s come a long way since Anderson Consulting.

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