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04/19/2004: "10-to-life with no parole"

Yesterday was officially the ten-year anniversary of our move to Minnesota. Meaning we closed on the house and Kathi moved up, even though I had been working here for a few weeks already. And by "working" I mean sitting in cubicle in the Cargill basement and day-dreaming about how this Kenny dude had such beautiful hair.

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