A little secret about me.  That is not too secret.  I talk.  A lot.  I'm a real little chatterbox.

I always have been, ever since I was a child.  One favorite family story:  it's open house day, and my parents come in to my first grade class room.  All the desks are grouped together in islands of 4 or 5 desks.  And then, off to the side, is one solitary desk.  I bring my parents over to that desk, and proudly exclaim, "This is my desk!  I have a visiting problem!".

And so it has always been.

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