JESS DU JOUR: AN ITSY-BITSY, TEENIE-WEENIE, BLACK-AND-WHITE STRIPED BIKINI

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Sunday, March 17, 1996

I am hungry. A cheeseburger or two, or twelve, would taste really scrumptious right now. I could just cruise into town, waltz into McDonald's, and nonchalantly order twelve cheeseburgers.

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