Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Dear Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci,

Can we be best friends? Or at least, can I go to dinner with you guys? You seem awesome, and a lot of fun.  We can talk about working class history, Mean Girls and arts education.  You guys would care about my finals and have brilliant things to say.  Or, we could share some pizza, or a martini.

Your pick.  Come to Minnesota?


love,
hannah

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