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Not all of my columns make it into print. I have ideas that are like the little engine that could, huffing and puffing
I was starving and bored. I couldn’t wait for warm weather. All month I had been thinking of nothing but food and shopping.
My mother died when she was eighty-eight years old. She was quite a woman. She was very bright and way ahead of her
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