{Today's Letters}

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Dear Timothy James, this weekend you bought your first snow shovel-- a right of passage for a man who sings into it like a microphone as he salts the front steps. Dear Sweet Babe, you've gotten so big that my belly now rests on my thighs when I pee. I think being 7 months pregnant is AMAZEBALLS. . . .

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