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" All the waiters have been talking about Facebook, so I finally decided to join the 21st century and check it out. I didn&amp;#039;t think I&amp;#039;d like it. The average age of our waitstaff is 23, and all the other things they&amp;#039;ve recommended to me \u2014 Emo, Japanese animated movies, and True Religion jeans \u2014 have been complete disasters. But Facebook \u2014 me likey.  I&amp;#039;ve connected with a bunch of people I haven&amp;#039;t talked to in ages. I&amp;#039;ve seen their pudgy photos, and it&amp;#039;s made me feel a lot better about myself. Plus, I&amp;#039;m addicted to Scrabulous. Dad and I used to play Scrabble when I was a kid, and I only wished I&amp;#039;d discovered the online version when he was alive. It would have been a great way to stay connected without actually talking to each other.  Since I&amp;#039;ve joined I usually come home to a handful of e-mail requests to be my Facebook friend. A random assortment of people \u2014 employees from the restaurant, both my sisters, Donatela, Lance, my former personal trainer, Vinnie, even George. Yesterday, however, an e-mail request arrived that I didn&amp;#039;t recognize. I figured it was just spam until I clicked and found a semifamiliar face with pretty eyes looking back at me.  Frances Rizzolla. The chick from Dad&amp;#039;s funeral. No sooner had I accepted her request when she sent an e-mail asking how I was doing and if I had some time to meet her.  &amp;quot;My heart is so filled with grief,&amp;quot; she wrote. &amp;quot;It would help me very much just to talk to someone who loved Frank like I did.&amp;quot;  A part of me thought, stay away. She&amp;#039;s one of Dad&amp;#039;s creepy, mysterious ex-girlfriends, and anyone who would be attracted to my father was obviously a few French fries short of a Happy Meal. But another part of me was intrigued. Maybe this would be like the therapy Blythe recommended. Only free. Just talking about Dad with someone who didn&amp;#039;t think he was a complete bastard might be healing in a way. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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