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ABBY ADMITTED SHE WAS AT A LOSS TO ANSWER THE FOLLOWING!
Dear Abby, A couple of women moved in across the hall from me. One is a middle-aged gym teacher and the other is a social worker in her mid-twenties. These two women go everywhere together and I've never seen a man go into or leave their apartment. Do you think they could be Lebanese?

Dear Abby, What can I do about all the Sex, Nudity, Fowl Language andViolence On My VCR?

Dear Abby, I have a man I can't trust. He cheats so much, I'm not evensure the baby I'm carrying is his.

Dear Abby, I am a twenty-three year old liberated woman who has been onthe pill for two years. It's getting expensive and I think my boyfriendshould share half the cost, but I don't know him well enough to discussmoney with him.

Dear Abby, I've suspected that my husband has been fooling around, andwhen confronted with the evidence, he denied everything and said itwould never happen again.

Dear Abby, Our son writes that he is taking Judo. Why would a boy whowas raised in a good Christian home turn against his own?

Dear Abby, I joined the Navy to see the world. I've seen it. Now how doI get out?

Dear Abby, My forty year old son has been paying a psychiatrist $50.00an hour every week for two and a half years. He must be crazy.

Dear Abby, I was married to Bill for three months and I didn't know hedrank until one night he came home sober.

Dear Abby, My mother is mean and short tempered I think she is goingthrough mental pause.

Dear Abby, You told some woman whose husband had lost all interest insex to send him to a doctor. Well, my husband lost all interest in sexand he is a doctor. Now what do I do?
merci Bernard

John Prine - Dear Abby

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