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Join Date: Aug 2008
Wednesday, May 11, 2011 at 08:00PM
Well, it took five hours of feeling sleepy and cranky from sitting next to a guy whose breath smelled like death, but I did emerge from a Brooklyn courthouse today with a certificate of citizenship. Oh, how my face scrunched up in pain and how my stomach did flips when a whiff of the death-breath would hit my poor abused nose! But it's done. And the picture on the certificate isn't even terrible!