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for the soul, then let me have a good soul cleansing and confess that January is not my favorite month of the year. • At the beginning of each year, a certain resident in our home begins acting like an angel and starts harping about a diet. But, not just "a diet." I could take that, I think. Rather, "my diet." What my diet has to do with her is a question I have yet to (Continued on page 12)
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