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New England and why everything about it is so frakking . . . New England! And it's not just the fried clams.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
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About Me
- Name: Alison Rose
- Location: Lexington, Massachusetts, United States
Married, working mom, basically an optimist, except when it comes to the laundry. Born in Virginia, lived there most of my life until a six-year stint in Texas for my husband's job. Now living in glorious New England, land of the civil freedoms and grilled hot dog buns.
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