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“NO BOYS ALLOWED.”
This was the first thing Dora said to me as she showed me the room for rent in the upstairs portion of her house. “I don’t even know any boys,” I told her, truthfully, regrettably. It was an interesting declaration, although, in a way this place is a bit of a girl’s boarding house and no men are allowed upstairs. House rules. Fair enough.
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Diane Cox
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Thanks
I always enjoy your BLOG'S. Hadn't heard from you in a while and was hoping that all's well. Oaxaca is where our daughter most likely gone when she was going to be in the CA Youth Symphony in 4th grade, bt we moved back East before she had a chance to go.