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I did what?

By Celine Lopez | December 5, 2003 - 12:00am

This is my most common morning greeting, to my less-than-charmed posse from a night misspent. Mostly my fragmented memory serves as a stark reminder that my days as a lady are numbered. Champagne chagrin, the martini...

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