Leona Helmsley | Leona Helmsley
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Feb.13.2010
The puppy is love-struck. She moons around and forlornly rolls her eyes heavenward. If she could write, she would scribble her beloved’s name on her notebook. “Oh, Annngus. Annngus. I miss Annngus. When can I see him again? I wanna call him. Gimme your phone.” She snatches the cell...
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