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If all the world had one neck, I would have clenched my hands around it and squeezed until everything went black.
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"I wanna be a lady who lunches, with a hubby who munches!" I proclaimed to the shocked denizens of Nutley’s newest café. My index fingers V’d over my lap, where dream hubby would kneel and do his duty, preferably while I sampled Mario Batali’s tasting me
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