Hallelujah, here she comes. Queen rollerball. Enchante, what can I say? Don't care at all. You know she used to have to wait around. She used to be the lonely one. But now that she can skate around town, she's the only one. (Thanks, Dire Straits.)
We live in a house that sits smack on the town line between Somerville and Cambridge. I'm intrigued by the metaphor it provides: dichotomy, symmetry, duality.
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