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Of Turkish tea, American coffee – and the Arabian Nights in the Bathtub


When I last left you, dear readers, I was wired out of my mind on Turkish tea in an effort to keep myself going on a stack of statistics exams.  I made it through the stack with a total of … Continue reading

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