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...have a clone. She lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and her name is Diana. She's my body double: blond hair, hazel eyes and fair skin. She's 1 cm taller, but we have the same voices and the same mannerisms. We're both unmarried. We love to read, we relish Mexican food, and we get the same patches of dry skin in winter. We both play tennis and golf. O.K., she's funnier than I am?but just a little...
...have a clone. She lives in Pittsburgh, Pa., and her name is Diana. She's my body double: blond hair, hazel eyes and fair skin. She's half an inch taller, but we have the same voices and the same mannerisms. We're both unmarried. We love to read, we relish Mexican food, and we get the same patches of dry skin in winter. We both play tennis and golf. O.K., she's funnier than I am--but just a little...
...cozy arrangement lasted until Aug. 16, 1999, when Fletcher made a 911 call from his home in Hazel Park to report that his manicurist wife Leann, who was one month pregnant with the couple's second child, had shot and killed herself with his Colt .45. While examining the scene, police discovered in a closet a brown folder stuffed with drippy correspondence from Chrzanowski. It didn't take long to put the pieces together. At his murder trial last June, prosecutors surmised that Fletcher, having learned of Leann's pregnancy two days before her death, feared his mistress would leave...
Harry loved a girl named Diane. He guesses he was 12 when the very sight of her--the hazel-eyed beauty from the next town over in North Carolina--knocked him back on his heels. "I think it might have been at a church social," he says, 59 now and dusted at the temples. Harry courted her with the little time he didn't spend working the tobacco and cotton fields his family farmed: "We wrote to each other when I went away in the service. She was my military sweetheart...
...would have plenty of company in that tub. Jayne Singer, 46, a special-ed teacher, found that the stresses of her job helping inner-city Los Angeles teens were taking a toll on her face. She tried toners, pore cleansers, eye creams and masks of egg yolk and witch hazel. Nothing worked. Then she hit upon glycolic peels and fruit acids. She effuses, "They're melting away layers. Of work? Or skin? Who knows...