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Today was Tamara's bridal shower. We went to the nail salon for a pedicure before the shower. It smelled the same as the nail salon that Mom used to take me to when I was little. The way I tell it makes it sound like I'm in the habit of going to the salon, but really I don't go for myself ever. If you look closely, there is a man getting a pedicure in the picture. He came with his apparent wife and son. The son didn't get a pedicure, but the wife had her finger nails done. I didn't ask their names.
While Tamara was getting her nails done, I talked to her and I read my book.
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