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Dear Janet Evanovich,

I am begging you, please let Stephanie FINALLY pick a man.  I'm going to come up with my own ending (already have) where she either ends up with Joe (or I do... as Dutch Boy knows all too well, since I tell him ... prolly more often than I should...; "if you ever die, I'm moving to Jersey and finding a vice cop of Italian descent who lives in a row house and has a big, happy dog") or no one, if you don't get this taken care of soon.  I do love Ranger, but not if it means she picks him over Joe.  = (

Your cooperation in this matter would be greatly appreciated..... by millions, I'm sure.

Sincerely,
Lizzy Lou in Idahoo


*Honestly, I can't take this anymore.  Recently I read several of the books again for about the zillionth time... and also kept Dutch Boy up late at night with all my giggling.  At one point he was grumbling and I said "I'm not making any noise", to which he replied "yeah, but when you stifle your laughs that shakes the bed with even more impact and it's like I'm on some ride... uhn".

And yes, after all these years, this is still  how I picture Morelli:

http://lizzysloverlies.blogspot.com/2010/06/so.html




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