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10/10/2019

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Johnny Be Good
North Shore Stories Book 3
by Bernadette Walsh
Genre: Women's Fiction, Light Romance 

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SOMETIMES A WOMAN DOES WHAT SHE HAS TO DO TO PROTECT HER FAMILY.

Peggy Lynch has too many children and too much to do. Unlike the pampered wives in her affluent Long Island suburb, Peggy’s not married to a doctor or a lawyer. She’s married to an uneducated Irish immigrant twelve years her junior, and has to work two jobs to help make ends meet. In between the carpools, the laundry, and the food shopping, she also has to make sure her youngest son takes his ADHD medicine so he doesn’t flunk out of high school. Maybe if her lazy husband would get off his ass and help around the house, she’d have time to connect with her children and be the type of mother they deserve. But Peggy lacks that luxury because if it wasn’t for her, the whole family would fall to pieces.

Years have passed since Peggy ruled the house and Veronica is no longer her mother’s obedient little girl. Moving into her childhood home with her husband and infant twins, she’s starting a new life and should finally be happy. Right? Wrong.

While cleaning out her old bedroom, Veronica finds a letter from her deceased mother. If Veronica were smart she’d burn it and leave her family secrets buried with the dead. But as her mother so often said, Veronica’s never been that smart.

She rips open the envelope and proves her mother right...




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​But the road between myself and Sean had never been easy. From the day I went to his job site so many years earlier and told him I was expecting Marybeth and that I didn’t expect anything from him, really, I just thought he should know. When he said in an unsteady voice, “Sure, Peg, what kind of man do you take me for? Of course I’ll do the right thing,” from that moment, I knew I’d stolen Sean’s youth and his hopes and dreams. If I’d had any type of conscience I would have set that young man who surely didn’t love me free. Love me? He barely knew me, for heaven’s sake. Sean’s band was having some success and with his leather jacket and tight blue jeans and flashing black eyes it was only a matter of time before he had the young Mollys and Mauras and Kathleens of Long Island and Brooklyn throwing themselves at him backstage. But my McBride fecundity killed those dreams for Sean. My family, Auntie Mary, even my fellow teachers at St. Brendan’s, all thought I’d thrown myself away on a skinny uneducated nobody. But I knew, in the place in my heart I didn’t allow myself to dwell too often, that it was Sean with his passion and his talent who’d thrown himself away on me.
And I’d stolen Sean’s future away from him not once but twice. Of course once I had Marybeth and then the twins a year later, Sean’s singing and fiddling days were over. A father of three before he was old enough to vote, Sean was buried in Daddy duty when he wasn’t painting half of Long Island. He played the occasional wedding or bar gig when the band’s new fiddle player couldn’t make it, but for the most part Sean’s time was accounted for and he didn’t wander too far astray from the house on Rose Hill Road.
Although during those early years he didn’t really want to wander. The children adored him, although surrounded as he was by their tall sturdy bodies and blonde heads he looks less like their daddy and more like an older brother. But he cared for them and he’d come to feel something like love for me. Sean never said so—he wasn’t that kind of man—but I knew he was drawn to me. When the children were asleep and Auntie Mary was next door at Kitty’s, he’d seek me under the warm eiderdown that had been a wedding gift from his mother. He’d kiss my neck as I mashed potatoes for dinner. He’d slide his hands along my always ample bottom as I walked past him in the hallway. He felt something for me—of that I was sure. And for years that had been enough.
Of course a forty year old mother of three is not the same as a woman of thirty-one and cute blond babies are not the same as the grade schoolers with lives and interests of their own. Sean was a twenty-eight year old man with strong arms and jet black hair. The children didn’t need him as much, or at least I think that’s what it felt like to him. He was saddled with me and my sharp tongue and ever-widening hips. Of course there was a pretty little Irish nanny at one of his painting jobs. Of course she’d tossed her thick red hair whenever she brought Sean and his painting crew glasses of cool water. Of course she’d gone to school with one of his cousins and her soft lilting voice triggered a longing for home. Of course she was only in America for six months, saving up some money before she opened a cafe in Killarney with her sister. Of course there’d be plenty of work for Sean, a small apartment above the cafe was theirs for the asking. It was only a matter of time before a pretty Nuala entered Sean’s life. I should’ve been grateful one hadn’t entered it sooner.
But I wasn’t grateful. Not at all. When I’d smelt the perfume on his t-shirt, I knew something was going on. I took a day off from school and followed him. I nearly threw up when I saw him kiss a girl as slight and delicate as a fairy. I’d shut my mouth, of course. I stopped taking the pill and plied Sean with steak and wine one night when I sent the children to the neighbors for a sleepover. I went to St. Anne’s every morning and lit candles. By the time Sean and his love had gathered the nerve to tell me— together, wasn’t that admirable of them?—I had news of my own. I was four months pregnant and had waited to tell Sean until I got the all clear from the doctor and all the tests back. I was expecting a boy. A healthy baby boy. But of course I wouldn’t stand in their way. Sean had to follow his heart and if his three children, no four, if his now four children were not enough to keep him here on Long Island, then I would, of course, not object to a divorce. Don’t worry about me, I’d said. I’d manage. Somehow.
Seven months later Nuala was back home in Killarney selling scones and Sean was holding his son at the St. Anne’s baptismal font. And for good measure he was back a year and a half later with the black-haired baby girl who’d inherited his mother’s chin and his own black eyes and inky curls.
I did what I had to do. To keep my husband here at home with his family. Where—I told myself—he belonged.
There were other Nualas and Mollys and Kathleens over the years. But none of them lasted. I pretended not to know and Sean pretended not to know that I knew. Or maybe he didn’t pretend. Maybe he didn’t care whether I knew or not. But while I know—I know Goddamnit—that I stole something vital from Sean, I gave him the two younger children who needed him and loved him in a way the older three could not.
And that was not nothing.



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The Girls on Rose Hill
North Shore Stories Book 2 

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THREE GENERATIONS OF WOMEN; THREE GENERATIONS OF SECRETS

Ellen Murphy spent her childhood in an idyllic house by the sea. A house surrounded by flower filled gardens and a white picket fence. A house she fled at eighteen. A house full of secrets.

When Ellen’s mother Rose, an ex-nun, is diagnosed with terminal cancer, Ellen reluctantly returns home to care for her and uncovers a clue to the one secret that has haunted Ellen all her life: the identity of her father. But that is just one of the many secrets hidden behind the beautiful facade of the house on Rose Hill.

"The Girls on Rose Hill is a beautifully written story about the complicated relationship between three generations of women. It will touch you, make you laugh, and make you cry. Bernadette Walsh's subtle use of language, traditions, and manners painted an authentic portrait of an Irish Catholic family. I loved it."




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​Suddenly, I was starved. I hadn’t eaten much more than the occasional sandwich during the last few weeks. The restaurant wasn’t open yet for dinner. Brendan slipped the hostess a twenty. She led us to an outdoor patio and brought us two very strong martinis. I didn’t have the energy or the interest to respond to Brendan’s banalities so after a while he stopped talking, and we sat there quietly and drank our martinis while the boats sailed by.
By the second martini, the restaurant opened and the waiter bought us two T-Bones, which we ate in silence, although the silence was now companionable rather than strained. By dessert and my third martini, I was feeling a bit “merry” as my grandmother would say, and was ready to talk to Brendan. Grateful for a now appreciative audience, Brendan regaled me with his latest office coup, one of his many attempts to displace his law firm’s current managing partner.
We chatted about country club gossip and our sons’ complicated love lives during martini number four. I laughed at Brendan’s flirty banter; he was a philandering asshole, but he could be very funny, especially after a few drinks. It was still light out when I swayed through the restaurant parking lot to my car. Brendan, who was sober, at least compared to me, drove us home.
He helped me out of the car and up the steep front steps.
“Good evening, Ellen,” Barbara Conroy trilled from her front porch.
“Hi, Barbara,” I slurred. Brendan poured me in the front door. I stumbled into the hallway and knocked over the brass umbrella stand. For some reason, Brendan found that very funny.
He laughed. “I can’t remember when I’ve seen you this lit.” Brendan steered me toward the stairs.
“I’m perfectly fine,” I huffed.
“Of course you are, sweetheart, but you’ve had a long day. We both have. Why don’t we go take a nap.” Brendan practically pushed me up the stairs and into Kitty’s room.
“This isn’t my room,” I protested weakly, as Brendan slipped the linen shift from my shoulders. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” I moaned as his hands travelled down the front of my body and cupped my still firm breasts. He then gently pushed me onto Kitty’s bed. The old bed creaked under our weight. His mouth expertly covered mine and despite the vow I had taken three years earlier not to be seduced by him again, I responded.


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Cold Spring
North Shore Stories Book 1 

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AN INNOCENT GIRL IS A DANGEROUS THING

Twenty years ago Maura Lenihan was the curvaceous red-haired teenager at the center of a political sex scandal. Today, Maura is a thirty-five year old hospice nurse who spends her days caring for the cancer-ridden and comatose and her nights reading romance novels. Her life is boring and safe and just the way she likes it.

However, Maura’s safe cocoon is now threatened both by the press’ renewed interest in the twenty year old scandal and the attentions of her most recent patient -- a thirty year old Wall Street investment banker whose black hair and blue eyes are oddly familiar.




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​I hurried across the bleached floorboards, down the narrow staircase to my waiting Honda. My skull throbbed with a familiar ache, as if my head rebelled against any stray thoughts about that summer traveling through its synapses. Twenty years. Wasn’t that long enough? Move on, Maura. Isn’t that what my sister Eileen always said? Move on.
If only it were that easy.
Mr. Matthews was my last appointment of the day, so I was free to return home. Home. What a strange word to describe my two bedroom rental in the Laurel Gardens complex. Laurel Gardens. More like Loser Gardens. The two years I’d spent there after I’d broken up with yet another boyfriend seemed like an eternity.
Laurel Gardens was aggressively manicured. Its gated entranceway with two formidable brick pillars promised security, refuge from the eighteen wheelers and minivans that endlessly barreled down Jericho Turnpike. Less than five years old, the complex had all the modern amenities: high ceilings, granite countertops, even a “clubhouse” at its center where the divorced dads and the few women in the complex under fifty would gather to celebrate their newly single status. Next to the clubhouse was a small pool, that on Wednesdays and weekends filled with sulky children forced to vacate the large colonials still inhabited by their mothers to serve their allotted time with their overly cheerful dads.
Despite its stainless steel appliances and bay windows, Laurel Gardens was an overpriced dump with kitchen cabinets that never closed right. Its thin walls kept out neither the cold nor the endless stream of ESPN from each neighbor’s big screen TV, typically one of the few possessions the divorced dads were allowed to move into their new nine hundred square foot cells. Still, for most this was a temporary stop until they moved on with their lives. Few stayed for more than a year or two.
I pulled into my assigned parking space and found my next-door neighbor, Rob once again waxing his pick-up truck with care. Rob was often home in the middle of the day and I never saw him dressed in a suit, so I wasn’t sure exactly what he did for a living. He’d only been in Loser Gardens for a few months, so he still had that hopeful glow, as if he really believed things were still going to work out for him.
“Hey, Maura.”
“Hi Rob.”
“Bob.”
I winced. “Oh, that’s right. Bob. Sorry.”
Bob was somewhere in his early forties, with silver strands shot through his baby fine blond hair. He was tall, with strong arms and a kind smile. When I could be bothered, I wondered how he wound up in Loser Gardens and what had caused him to leave the mother of the twin boys I sometimes saw assist him in his constant car washing and waxing.
He smiled. “No problem. Hey, there’s a wine tasting at the clubhouse later. Will I see you there?”
“I don’t think so, Bob.”
He stopped waxing and his eyes met mine. I’d fended off so many of the divorced dads’ advances over the past two years, my responses had become almost automatic. Most of them were tools, and I didn’t feel even the slightest bit guilty about blowing them off. Some of them had recognized me, which made them even more persistent. But Rob, or rather, Bob, was different. He seemed genuinely nice. Still, the last thing I needed was to get involved with one of the apartment complex’s walking wounded. With my track record, the last thing I needed was to get involved with anyone.
“Someday, I’ll convince you. You’ll see.”
I smiled at him and dug the keys out of my purse. I thought, “Don’t count on it, Bob.”

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I have always been a bookworm and had always meant to write a novel “someday.” You know, when I won the lottery and could live in beach house and feel inspired. Twelve years ago I decided to stop waiting for my winning lottery ticket and sat down and started writing. In between work and family obligations, I piled the words on top of each other until they formed sentences, paragraphs, chapters and eventually a book. While I’ve hopped around genres, all of my books to date have a common theme: strong women handling what life throws at them the best way they can.
My titles include: Gold Coast Wives, The Girls on Rose Hill, The Devlin Witch (Books 1-4 of the Devlin Legacy Series), Cold Spring, Johnny Be Good, See Me and Friends Forever.
Covers and other information about my books and my writing can be found on my website www.bernadettewalsh.com.



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WRITING WHAT YOU KNOW
BERNADETTE WALSH



Like many of my books, JOHNNY BE GOOD is set on the North Shore of Long Island where I currently live. And like my other books, it also examines the delicate balance of mother-daughter relationships in a middle-class Irish-American family. As you may have guessed from my name, I’m writing what I know.
One of the benefits of “writing what you know” is that you don’t need to do a lot of research and you don’t have to conjure a scene based on second hand resources. An intimate knowledge of a locale and a social strata allows the writer to delve deep and provides the reader not only a window into a particular setting but a window into the writer’s actual experience of a setting. When I write about the pebbled beaches of the North Shore I infuse those descriptions with recollections from my own life: my daughter's first sandcastle, a stolen beer after the homecoming dance, a clandestine kiss beneath a striped umbrella.
But there’s a downside to basing the setting of your angst filled novel with scenes from your own life. The Centerport church I visit on Sunday is no longer only a place where I find solace, it is also where my character Ellen from my second novel, THE GIRLS ON ROSE HILL, sang at her mother’s funeral. And the beach where my husband and I stroll together on lazy afternoons is not only where we reconnect after a hectic week but now is also where my teenaged character Maura in COLD SPRING was seduced by a much older man. 
Because as writers we spend so much time creating and nurturing our characters, they are in many ways real to us, and to an extent we feel what they feel. Thus there is a danger that my character’s experiences of the settings of my own rather undramatic life may in some ways taint those settings for me. For now I’m willing to pay the price of my fictional and real worlds colliding if it allows me to connect more with my characters and create a richer more nuanced book for my readers.


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48 Comments
James Robert
10/10/2019 05:02:49 am

Great post and I appreciate getting to find out about another great book. Thanks for all you do and for the hard work you put into this. Greatly appreciated!

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Bernadette Walsh link
10/10/2019 07:26:45 am

So happy to be working with Silver Dagger! Looking forward to connecting with new readers!!

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Janet W.
10/10/2019 08:15:07 am

Beautiful cover!! Sounds like a fantastic read!

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Kristen
10/10/2019 10:23:21 am

Very sweet mom and son shot on the cover <3

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Rita Wray
10/10/2019 12:50:03 pm

The books sound good.

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Calvin
10/10/2019 12:55:47 pm

Nice female-centric book

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Victoria Scott
10/10/2019 01:30:46 pm

Sounds like a great read!

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LYNN CLAYTON
10/10/2019 03:18:01 pm

love the cover looks like a great read

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Sherry
10/10/2019 03:26:50 pm

I love the covers and think the books sound good.

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wendy hutton
10/10/2019 07:07:05 pm

all very pretty covers

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Victoria Alexander
10/10/2019 08:26:00 pm

Sounds wonderful, thanks for sharing :)

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Ellie Wright
10/10/2019 09:08:35 pm

Eye catching covers. I'll have to check them out.

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Dale Wilken
10/10/2019 09:56:17 pm

The books sound great.

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Debbie P
10/10/2019 10:59:59 pm

I really liked all of the excerpts. This sounds like a great series.

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Kelly D
10/11/2019 12:01:42 pm

I like the covers. The characters look interesting.

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LYNN CLAYTON
10/11/2019 06:12:25 pm

i reallyl ike the covers looks like a great read

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Jan Tomalis
10/13/2019 09:08:22 am

Beautiful, eye-catching covers! Sounds like I will enjoy them!

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Peggy Salkill
10/13/2019 08:39:24 pm

Sounds like some good reads!

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Bea LaRocca
10/14/2019 06:40:13 am

Beautiful book covers and intriguing synopses. This sounds like a wonderful series, a must read for me. Thank you for sharing your book and author details.

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Stephanie Jones
10/14/2019 10:31:29 am

pretty book cover

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Kelly Nicholson
10/15/2019 02:52:31 pm

What do you think of the books or the covers?

looks like a happy cover to me

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Barbara Montag
10/15/2019 09:39:41 pm

Fiction and Light Romance - what a great mix.
And the covers are out of this world fantastic!

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Beyond Comps
10/17/2019 09:07:51 am

Great cover!

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Stephanie
10/17/2019 04:09:54 pm

It seems like the characters have a lot of drama to deal with.

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Sarah L
10/18/2019 12:51:51 am

Looks like an interesting book.
Thanks for the contest. 

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aaron r
10/18/2019 06:18:39 pm

Just looks like a great and relaxing read sometimes all that drama or to much drama is a bad thing life is hard enough I don't have to read about it.

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Marcy Meyer
10/19/2019 11:55:11 am

The covers look great. Sounds like good stories.

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Sarah Hayes
10/19/2019 09:35:37 pm

the covers look great . they make me want to read the books

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Terri Quick
10/19/2019 09:57:11 pm

Such a sweet cover

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Mya Murphy
10/20/2019 12:15:15 pm

I'm not usually a series reader, but this sounds super good!

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Julie Waldron
10/20/2019 12:54:08 pm

I love both covers! They sound like good books.

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Robin Abrams
10/20/2019 02:10:21 pm

The cover looks great

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Maria
10/22/2019 07:41:17 pm

WOW this looks amazing, love the cover and the title

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Dave Gibb
10/22/2019 08:18:43 pm

like the cover

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Mary Cloud
10/24/2019 09:52:33 pm

No questions. I like the cover - it's pretty nice.

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bn100
10/28/2019 06:07:21 pm

interesting book

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J
10/28/2019 07:18:07 pm

They’re ok. Not my type of book though.

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LeonieT
10/29/2019 10:17:06 am

Sounds like an interesting read!

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Heather Mahley
10/29/2019 12:34:43 pm

The cover looks great

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Paula
10/31/2019 03:35:27 pm

The cover art seems appropriate for the book. Good job.

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Mood Reader
11/1/2019 09:10:35 pm

Sounds great! :)

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Catelyn
11/4/2019 01:10:41 am

Seems like a compelling series

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Ana Valente
11/4/2019 11:39:02 am

Really nice covers, they all sound nice, I'm especially curious about The Girls on Rose Hill!

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Tracie Cooper
11/6/2019 08:15:30 pm

I am so excited to read this book!

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Daniel M
11/7/2019 07:09:30 pm

like the covers

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Amber Y
11/10/2019 02:03:11 am

You always hear "don't judge a book by it's cover", but I am totally guilty of that. When I'm trying to pick a new book to read the one that catches my eye is usually the one I pick up. Out of the three covers Cold Spring is the one that speaks to me!

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Ann Fantom
11/10/2019 08:22:21 am

I like the cover. It is very cute!

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Jerry Marquardt
11/10/2019 11:35:40 pm

I would like to give thanks for all your really great writings, including North Shore Stories, and wishing the best in keeping up the good work in the future.

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