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September 21, 2005

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Albert Jinks

Joe writes in a way that made me feel a part of his family, a part of his life, as he grew up in Northern New Jersey. I could smell his mom's gravey..... I could smell the after-shave on his friends on date night, and hear the squeak of the gym floor while they danced to Valen's "Donna"...

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