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A really long story about a lot of stuff and Mrs. Roosevelt…Part 3 Finis

“Best pizza I’ve ever had,” she said, reaching for another piece. “Eat as much as you like, there’s more where that came from.” “What’s your name?” she asked. “Call me, Ted,” he said. “Is that your name?” “No.  My name … Continue reading

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A really long story about a lot of stuff and Mrs. Roosevelt…part 2

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this but your half brother looks just like you.  Well, not just like you, but you know what I mean.” “Yeah,” she said.  “You probably shouldn’t tell me things like that.” “Okay.  Forget I said … Continue reading

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A really long story about a lot of stuff, and Mrs. Roosevelt…

She hurried down the street, not because of the cold, but because she had a lot lot do.  It seemed that she always a lot to do.  But, it’s also cold, she thought, as she nestled deeper into her scarf.  … Continue reading

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