It was the kind of email that caused a grin to grow across my face, spreading slowly from ear to ear:
It was also the kind of email that made the fear and self-loathing set in with four key words: "bring a bathing suit."
My last meal was chosen carefully. Although I would have preferred poutine, I opted for a plate of nachos at Squirrely's--thick and oozing with cheese and calories, just the way I like it.
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