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How A Bologna Sandwich "Incident" Taught Me Not to Lie - True Story

Oh, Bologna is one of those foods that I just cannot stand - the site of it, the smell of it, the texture of it, and especially the taste of it! I don't know why, but it was always this way ever since I can remember. Strange, because I actually like Mortadella, the Italian and original version that the americans made a disgusting copy of... but, maybe I will have to give it another chance one of these days. I was just a little girl and we were living in a big house on Lausanne Avenue in the Kessler Park Area of Dallas/Oak Cliff Area at the time. I have few memories of that house now, but one thing I remember was feeding grapes to raccoons with my brothers (from a window or a balcony) at night. Thank Goodness no one lost a finger. I digress. Back to my Bologna story and there is a Moral to this story. A very important one that teaches the virtue of telling the truth. I learned the hard way, baby. So, I don't know where all my siblings were at this particular moment in time and w...

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