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About four years ago, I was feeling sorry for myself. There was yucky March weather and my 3-year-old and a 7-month-old were teaching me the profound meaning of fatigue. I was tired of being tired and in desperate need of some socialization with other folks who didn’t eat from a bottle or need help wiping their bottom. I decided to plan a ladies’ night out.
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