The day we left New Orleans, and the most fabulous place we've ever lived, in 2005, our dearest friends left, too. Like, we pulled out three hours after they did. They moved to Maine, we moved to Philly. When we first visited them in 2007, I began to wonder if we got the short end of the stick. We've gone back every year, and every year, we have to pry ourselves away from Maine, scheming of ways to never have to leave.
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