Sitting in a plane to Chicago squeezed in row 37 between two very large men, my fingers feel as constricted as my legs. The plane is totally packed as we leave a gloriously sunny fall Boston day behind. Am feeling slightly guilty playing hooky from class for a second week in a row. But li…
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