And then Mama Becca picked us up in the car and we all lived happily ever after, the end. 

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Gavin and Lili at the Harvard Boathouse, on our Boston trip. This was at the end of the Kate Death March from H E double hockey sticks. Gavin swears he'll never go with me on a walk again, and frankly I don't blame him.