I purchased your love letters. I blogged about you. Then, you died. Your niece googled your obituary. Now she knows your secrets.
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I purchased your love letters. I blogged about you. Then, you died. Your niece googled your obituary. Now she knows your secrets.
“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”
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1 Anna Mistretta // Jan 31, 2010 at 6:10 PM
Secrets are meant to be secrets, not put on the internet. Some would be (or possibly are?) devastated to know….
[Admin.: But we’ll never be able to find out if they are or not, because they use false e-mail addresses to validate their comments on other persons’ websites.]
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