June 14, 2003 - the day I would meet my future husband and bandmate - finally arrived. I rushed through my work day at an uptown cafe with nary a thought in my mind other than I’m going to meet him tonight, chasing every smoke break with a refresh of atrocious tropical-scented body spray.
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