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2005.12.24 Rehab
2005.12.24 Get a job
2005.12.23 Missing
2005.12.21 Custom tailored
2005.12.19 Capital Punishment
2005.12.17 Meet the Parents
2005.12.16 Damn fool drivers
2005.12.12 192,226
2005.12.11 Feliz Navidad
2005.12.08 Look both ways
2005.12.05 Hee Haw
2005.12.04 Vigilante Justice
2005.11.29 'Nuff said
2005.11.28 A Conservative Estimate
2005.11.23 40,724 and counting
2005.11.21 Changing Your Grass
2005.11.16 Erotic Seduction
2005.11.14 Not much creativity today
2005.11.13 Do I look different?
2005.11.07 Doomed
2005.11.04 CBC
2005.10.30 Going Home
2005.10.25 One Year
2005.10.23 Riddle:
2005.10.20 Park Bench Power Play
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Rehab
This afternoon, I was wrapping a Christmas gift when Oana came into the room, still in her robe from her shower.

As she began telling me something, I noticed something on the bottom of her nose. "What? Do I have something in my nose?" she asked, noticing me staring. She tilted her head up, revealing a fine white powder on the sides of her nostrils.

I wiped some of the powder off with the tip of my finger, and showed her, giving her a quizzical look. Her mouth dropped open in horror, and a wash of guilt crept over her face. "Oh no!" she said. "You caught me."

Caught what? My mind began to race. Did my girlfriend have a secret drug habit? No, it couldn't be. Could it? Or some kind of odd cosmetic ritual for nose hair removal? Was her stuffing coming out?

As she licked her lips, the answer became apparent. Icing sugar! From one of a whole plate of Romanian apple pastries, placinta cu mere, which have been lurking temptingly on a plate in the middle of the living room since yesterday. The pastries continued to dwindle in number all day long, but I never saw one actually disappear. But now, the secret is out.