Dear Boys,
I am young. Who knows if I will have any kids. One day, yes, I hope so — but nothing is set in stone. Who knows how many I’ll have. But If I have a daughter there are a few things I’d like to her learn and know.
Dear possible future…
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The Suite on Huntley Street
5March2014
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