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I concur.

And I forgot to mention his Frye boots. Sweet, creamy Jesus....to be 16 again.

It was 1983. I was 16 and he was 18. We met at the mall. He liked my corduroy coat and I liked the comb in his back pocket.

Because The Eighties.

The end.

"Other than THAT, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?" - This is usually in response to someone's lengthy bitchfest. However, this must be followed up with a LOT of tea and sympathy, so to speak, so as...

If you get in to see someone at Mass General, maybe ask about plasmapheresis? You can do the IV abx if the plasmapheresis doesn't "work", I believe....

Best of luck