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dear san francisco,
in exactly two days from now, i'll be in your arms. and maybe you'll tell me why all these people love to be there. and why they keep saying, "come here, come here, come here!" and why my mom, after thirty years, still longs for you. and why noel and tyler have made a list of places for me to go, places that i will love.
i'm nervous. did i tell you that before? it's true, but i think that if i can have a hand in the kitchen, those nerves will fall away into baking and sauteeing - and all will be well.
yours,
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in an effort to be conversational, this is what i have to offer. if you're here, i hope you're well.
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