It was just a case of mistaken identity.
But after all these years, I need to share my secret. That’s why I’m telling you.
In my younger days, I worked in a downtown store’s advertising department. My job was to write about everything from cameras to hair clips.
As a single lazy guy, I didn’t cook. I ate out every night, usually at a large “home cooking?...
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