While I quenched my thirst with a lovely libation from Starbucks, I could not help but notice our junior friend B sans his love interest J. B and J (BJ ha ha) are maybe my favorite pair to spot. The first time I saw them in the Buck J squeeled out of terror. Why would I be in the Buck? I don't know... maybe because I'm always there. It was weird. The second time I spotted the B and J pair was in Boston on Charles St. Guess who screamed/shreiked/leapt/almost died when she saw us? J.
I also saw A today. She didn't look like a chipmunk. Too Bad. w
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excusez-moi, where are the artistic photographs you promised?
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