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I saw Lyndsay today. It makes me happy knowing that we two (and I suspect that Krystina, too!) are working towards moving here eventually. Why oh why can't Tamara and I switch bank accounts?!?! I'd gladly take her $20'000... Though, she might have a problem with that...

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