I'll get personal here.  One day in L.A. when I was single I met this French
woman who worked in a clothing store.
She was a you know who look a-like, and she didn't know it.
I am sure most of you would have jumped at the occasion to satisfy a fantasy.
So, to make a long story short, she moved in with me shortly afterwards.
Then I realized she was not a nice person. In the meantime she came across the
WTRF songbook and when she saw the pictures that looked exactly like her she
understood my motives.
So, as things deteriorated I wanted her out of my appartment and she wouldn't
leave.
But she eventually did, which is to show you one can't judge a book by its
cover.

Laurent

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