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*She pedals, meantime I type and the disembodied voice of a GPS we’ve labeled “Vivian” tells us where apt go.
UPDATE: Over by Huffpost, Tom Edsall tells us what occurred behind at the Bagelry after we left.
My companion Nancy Gibbs and I* afterward went to Durham to wait Hillary Clinton at an accident she had scheduled for undecided voters. The venue was a tiny restaurant shrieked the Bagelry,Cheap ghds, which could hold approximately 50 folk. There were more correspondents and camera troops there than voters–and the voters contained some people who told us this was simply their Saturday morn hangout. Some didn’t even know the primary was Tuesday (a serviceable reminder of the foam in which we are living). Others I talked to said they were there for the war had left a information on their answering machine asking them to come meet the applicant. She was scampering late,monster beats, people were obtaining restless,Cheap ghds, the campaign said she was still at least a half-hour away,Cheap ghds, so we judged to leave and grab Bill at 2 in Amherst.
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