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Now I want to go to Coney Island. Which is something I never, ever, ever thought I'd say in my life.

Okay, weird. I went to Coney Island on Saturday, too. And had many parallel experiences (good call re: the Cyclone, btw). You, however, went on a hell of a lot more rides than I did. (The Zipper? You went on the Zipper?!) Your name was even brought up as we passed Dance Dance Revolution. Too bad we didnt run into each other. Woulda been fun.

Oh, and: Happy birthday!

It's so strange to read this and then compare it with the book. But a valuable example of how much happens during the initial writing process and the later, post-revision, writing process.

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