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Tracy You ask me and I will tell you, who's my best friend around. A writer who's been true blue oer' the sea in London Town. Her reviews are the very best, no matter what I put to pen. I would never have guessed, she'd be my fan time and again. I emptied my e-mail one night, if you saw, you'd have to agree. Most of the mail, bite after bite, from my best friend, sweet Tracy. Dedicated to Tracy for her kind words of encouragement
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