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Dear Ann Landers,
e are writing about a relative who is sixty-six years old. (I will call him Uncle D.) His wife died four months ago. She was a fine woman but very strict with him. Uncle D. has been spending a lot of time (and money) on a young girl who is a gold digger and a tramp. She is forty years younger than he is, and you don't have to be a genius to figure this one out. I decided to have a talk with Uncle D. and point out a few things that he might not be aware of. His answer was, "I know what I'm doing. This girl could be my bluebird of happiness." What should we do?-Hate To See It Happen

Dear Happen,
Nothing. If Uncle D. marries a girl young enough to be his granddaughter, the only part of that bluebird he will see is the bill. M.Y.O.B.



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