
Many things about the
DNC's presence in Boston this week have given me pause, have
made me think, or have just made me damn mad. None have made me quite so happy as the presence of
Ben in the
City. I love this town. Sweet mother of god, look at him. Is it the soulful brown eyes? That puppy-dog look? The tattered baseball cap? The fact that he's at a
Sox game? Oh, it's everything and more. I take it all back. I'm keeping
my extravagant desires.
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