But so much more
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I never saw a little girl in a bishop dress until I moved here.
They’re just not worn in the North. No one puts their boys in John-Johns, either. I was unaware that those were even manufactured after 1963.
Upstate New York, where I’m from, is too steeped in its ethnic and working-class roots for that sort [...]
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1. So! Just which Black Friday sale was he heading to at 2:25 a.m.? Was he rushing to get to a Tanger Outlet mall that already opened at midnight or was he going all-American and making his first stop at Walmart?
2. Oh, it looks like it was Zales. Since most of us enjoy a [...]
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You heard that correctly. I said pissed.
That I gave an ABC unprecedented access to my daily personal and business routine over two days and despite my legendary thoroughness, I forgot to add a rider that I receive the Barbara Walters soft-lighting Vaseline-on-the-lens treatment.
That that ex-cheerleader Rachel Ray wasn’t even upset about what I said. [...]
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