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He was definitely wearing those same pants at the Conference. What a great guy.

I want someone to do a fun Bloomsburied-up photo shoot of him and Jean.

Thanks for this post!

My goodness. To have seen Virginia Woolf, clad in gray, or otherwise is too much to imagine.

Oh, my gosh, Megan, you have a good eye. You are right about the pants!

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