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... you can also call me Christie.
I'm 37, in Southern California, and am starting to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I have three dogs, and
they get everything they want except for MORE sliced honey ham. My mother likes to give me books of inspirational sayings,
but I'm not sure what to do with them; anybody have any ideas? And the bounty hunters promise they're THISCLOSE to returning
my boyfriend to North America. Phew.
And she seemed like such a nice girl ...
.. but alas, she only knew jackals of the press who were uninterested in "entertaining," "funny" or "relevant"
as criteria for publication. (Or at least she liked to THINK that's why they didn't publish her stuff.
Please allow her to cling to that fantasy. Please. She'll give ya a dollah ... ) Desperately terrified of jackals in
general, she ran for the hills and wound up with MUCH nicer office furniture as a side effect.
This is Bradley. To get to me, you have to go through him.
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