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A few months ago, I scribbled out a Web site, bought a camera, hired a director, raised $42,000 and embarked on a journey across
the United States.
"I'm looking for true love," I told my father, "even if she's husking corn in Iowa."
If the hot blonde with the treif hand hadn't given me her telephone number, I'd have probably imagined a date with her anyway. She was that pretty.
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