Needle or haystack?

May 27, 2020 By Alison Leslie Gold in Personal No Comments

“One wants to be the needle in the haystack. Not the haystack.” – Don Draper

One sister wants to be the needle. The other sister doesn’t want to be either one. My friend DE would prefer being the needle. Me? I would like to be the haystack.

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