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04.19.09I THINK I DID OKAY; I’D GIVE MYSELF A 6.Apparently it only takes four years, the euphoria of the unto-then nicest day of the year, the joy of artisanal gelato, a strong whiskey cocktail, and the confidence in one's looks that comes only from a poorly lit room in order to have a strained conversation with someone you've stalked obsessively in the past...and that, my friends, is growth.