So, our parents were basically hippies. They bought this ramshackle farm near the shore up in New Jersey and turned it into a 'green' resort before being green was hip. Like, they rinsed out plastic baggies and hung them on the clothesline to reuse them. Anyway, they homeschooled us, made homemade yogurt, and, you know, just sort of marched to the beat of their own drum. Friends of theirs used to come and stay with us to recharge, and, eventually, my mom and dad opened up a little bed and breakfast for likeminded patchouli wearers looking for a retreat by the water. Somewhere along the line,
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