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Monday, July 28, 2003

It was a new country and I didn't speak the language. I was invited to a

party to specifically meet the fellow that my co-worker at the Instituto had been talking about for two months. She was head over heels in love with him and I just HAD to meet him, she said. I had to dress carefully for this party because I had already gotten into trouble for dressing... Sign in to see full entry.

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