>Day 3: My First Love

>My first love was… Reading. 🙂
Yes, true. My first romantic love was not reading. It was playing guitar and interning at a paper mill in a small Southern Indiana town. That is, unless you count the members of several metal bands and a handful of professional tennis players. Ask me in person and I’ll tell you a story or two. Not worth going into here. Sorry, peeps.

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