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cassandra jFriday, 20 July 2012. Until We Meet Again. There's nothing quite like the sound of Aretha Franklin's "So Long" while the rain pours outside your open window as your tea steeps like subway steam. Outside of the dark and the relentless rain, I have my thoughts and a lamp that looks like something you would find on the black clothed tables of Birdland Jazz club off of Broadway in New York City. I wish I were there now. And is it really that important? Can't we talk about it later? These words don't exist in...
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