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Before the show. |
After the show. |
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Awwww. |
We look awkward because we're cold and wet, not because we don't like each other, I swear. |
Jazz hands! Or an approximation of. |
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I have no idea what we were laughing at. |
Razzle! |
This is my favorite picture of us ever. |
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Ellis Island is surprisingly comfortable. |
La Birdita. |
Anna, deep in thought (contemplating Cheetos). |
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April. |
Anna y yo. |
Well, obviously. |
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Why did no one alert me that that's what my hair looked like? Why do I never look in the mirror before leaving the house? |
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The Sphere. |
The accompanying sign. |
Anna and I were enthused by the Murray St. sign for slightly different reasons. |
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I am amused by the presence of the stop sign. |
Ye Olde Trinity Episcopal Church. |
Crammed on Eileen's couch. |