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Vigniettes of relative insignificance
and a giant window into having nothing to do
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I've got blistahs on my fingahs, but oh man, that was fun.
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My name is Matt. Through a strange turn of events, I am now in charge of a number of small children in Israel. I am supposed to teach them how to speak English.
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