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Penelope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  1. I read this and had to remind myself to breathe. You are meant to write and think and teach brilliant people (if there are any left.) Are you a mystic? Are you really mine? Actually, you never were. You have always belonged to another place and time. I think you have always had higher thoughts because you dwell in a space above us where you see differently. I sense you floating up there, yet somehow attached to the couch. Thanks for stretching my thinking. Brilliant. (barnes and noble really has no idea who is shelving books in their children's department...)

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  2. I want to know who the anonymous person is (above).
    Reveal thyself! And perhaps I will return the favor.

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  3. kathryn, it's my mother. :)

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  4. er... unless you're not kathryn. emily?

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  5. Dude, I saw this the day after you said to. And its stupendous. :)

    I stuck around after to see the credits and the Unit Production Manager was Jennifer Wynne, who I think I know as Jennifer Wynne-Farmer, the director/script supervisor chick I met at SFI. Awesome! I e-mailed her about it but I haven't heard back yet. :(

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  6. If you could work with her on similar projects in the future, I would eat up your life like a cheesecake.

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