My final buck. And no better place to leave it. I dropped my spare key in Mary's mailbox and tucked Buck 102 under her doormat. I would say all kinds of sappy mushy things about Mary and our friendship but I am sitting at the Enoch Pratt Free Library and don't want to start crying. And I am leaving in a few minutes to meet Mary, Whitney and Heather for lunch. The 3 people I will miss most in Baltimore. Ok, if I start thinking too much I will be a sobbing mess at lunch. In the spirit of Mary I will try to be Westfield wise-cracking sarcastic which should keep the tears at bay.
Aw buck up Nico and start thinking about your new life back in westernmass.
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