At last! I'm flinging off the cruel mantle of winter and embracing the delicate shrug of spring. And all I have to do is trek to Logan, enjoy the shiny new Terminal A, take a two-hour flight, and hang with my little sister in her new abode in Florida. It'll be like spring break, except without the binge drinking and meaningless sex. Dammit.
T-10 days. Not that I'm counting.
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