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Comments and conversations from the road
Me: Oh my God. Isn’t this July? Tour Guide: (nodding) Mark Twain said the coldest winter of his life was the summer he spent in San Francisco. Me: (looking around and shivering) Word. My nipples just fell off. Tour Guide: (blink, blink, blink) I prefer Twain.








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