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- Painful Prose
- Mother of the Year
- Something's Really Bugging Me
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- A Womb of One's Own
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- Details Are in the God
- On the Road Again
- Seems Like Yesterday
- Whither the Stiff Upper Lip?
- The Wisdom of Tammy Faye
- Misreading History
- Target Practice
- "You're a Star in the Face of the Sky"
- Space at the Table
- Simply Barbra
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- Room for Rent
- Prince Charles takes a hands-on approach to revie...
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- "So's Your Coffee"
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- The Games We Play
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3 comments:
Wake Up D.C, you people are not special, great, good-looking or unique. I am sick of every kid thinking they are gifted and talented, they are just average!I'm just a bitter shrew...
Ding... you're not as crazy as your friends.
Ding... you can still wear trendy clothes.
We've lost it
I noticed it the other day while walking Buddy, but didn't have time to check it out, nor did I know anything was emanating from it due to the rush of 14th Street traffic. However, yesterday was slower and quieter. When we reached it, Buddy stopped in his tracks and stared at it quizzically. Maybe it's not art, but it beats stepping around discarded take-out and vomit.
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