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Never got around to writing about Brittany yesterday, and probably won't today either. So you don't need to sit at your computer and hit "refresh" every ten minutes or so eagerly awaiting my deathless prose, at least not until tomorrow.

[Inserted later: what follows seems to have turned into a pointless rant about the evils of commuting through North Station/the Fleet Center, so if that doesn't appeal to you then skip it. Although you'll miss the small sample of N*Sync fan poetry.]
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