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Sunday, November 14, 2004

When were you born? Not the date - I obviously know that. What hour?

Me? Eleven in the morning. Daddy always used to tease me about making the doctor miss his lunch date. When he wasn't teasing me about the milkman. (looking just like his sister made that one easier to take.)

It may strike you as strange that I would wait a month after your birthday to ask you this, but there's a method to my madness. At least to this particular aspect of it.

Hope you are having a good day.

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