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The Moon Was Blue

68 pages41 minutes


I'm a tall, younger version of Woody Allen. I often wondered if Kismet would ever find a life partner for me. Then the New York Times arrived with the ad for a holiday gala at the Plaza. I filled out the raffle ticket form and sent it in. Little did I realize I was about to step onto an emotional merry-go-round that would end with me holding the gold ring.

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