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nbsp; nbsp;  10: 50 AM Dear Ducky,  Oh Ducky,  I haven’
t written in so long! nbsp;  And I have to admit that my mind has wandered from you as well. nbsp;  I was back down in Sonoma for Christmas,  after having gone to San Diego for my cousin Monica’
s wedding. nbsp;  It was a whirlwind holiday: nbsp;  several trips between my family and Matt’ s.
nbsp;  I barely slept,  which wasn’ t good at all,  because I had just recovered from a bad case of pneumonia. nbsp;
 I still have to make up work for two of my classes from last quarter.  & nbsp; nbsp; nbsp; nbsp;
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nbsp;  One interesting thing: nbsp;  Matt and I actually went to Christmas Eve Mass at St.  Leo’ s with both of our families.
nbsp;  And we sat over in the “ Peanut Gallery,  and I saw Toni and Tom two rows in front of us. nbsp;  Toni saw me and did a cheesy,
 weird wave.
