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  1. LISA NOYES

    When I was a kid, my Dad read us stories before bed. I always wanted him to tell me the ones he made up out of his head. Most of the time that’s how they began: “It was a dark and stormy night. And on that night, you were born, under a cabbage leaf.”

    Once he even used a fake hand as a prop, scaring the crap outta me.

    I thought he coined that phrase.

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