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Sunday, March 15, 2009
The Way to New Orleans
Hunter and I started out, clearly not at five am. Just changed the voice of our sweet-talking navigator, Ma'Riah. Pronounced just like that. Emphasis on the "Riah."
Hunter's already halfway nauseous. If he happens to fall out of the car, I'm leaving him.
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