Dateline: Los Angeles
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I arrived in L.A. and it was hot and smoggy and trafficky. I had many reminders as to why I don't want to live here, anymore, despite some sentimental attachment to many places and people here.
I met my step-mom Wendy (well, ex-step-mom - it's complicated, right?) for dinner. We went to her favorite place near her Culver City property, called La Dijonaise (I think that's spelled wrong). I had crêpes florentine (spinach and cheese) and we talked for a long time. I get along very well with Wendy - she may be my "easiest-to-get-along-with" relative - I never feel I have to compromise my true character or personality or interests with her.
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