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So you're single!
"What's it feel like to be thirty, Margie?" The thirteen-year-old redhead beside me spoke suddenly. "Not any different than it felt to be twenty," I replied lightly. Marigold lifted wide amber eyes and looked deeply into mine. "Margie," she inquired pensively, "don't you wish you had a man to kiss a…
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