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| My Japanese cousin wanted an "American" picture. Me, standing alone in an airport counts, apparently. |
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| Turning my cousin into a Japanese Biker Gal. |
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| Brownies and Beer. For dinner. Somewhere, 8 year old me is cheering. We did it, little dude. We did it. |
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| Pizzapocalypse aftermath. Garden Fresh, All the Meats and a Hawaiian. Decadent, even. |
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| Definitely making the trip back to Liberia in the luggage, umeshu for the Mrs and some nigorizake for me. |
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