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January 10, 2007



When I asked you what grade you made on the mid-term, and you just made a steeple with your hands, I knew I would like you.

Also -
I knew Hazen, and (for the most part) the answers he wanted to hear. What did my grade mean compared to yours? You went in blind and did well just the same.
Your work was impressive.

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