"It's all about meeting new people, " a publicist told me at the door, referring to Badoo.
He greets me at the door with his signature boyish grin and a hug.
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The knives were handed over, the door closed, and the old Italian, after frowning at me and muttering something in his own language, went back to his van.
She was leading me, while she talked, through the door at the far end of the cloakroom, then along a regular hospital corridor.
This race is a chance for me to accomplish two things at once: to slam the door shut on a difficult chapter in my life while simultaneously supporting one of the people who made it possible by raising money for the Chris Klug Foundation, which does a tremendous job of raising awareness regarding organ donation.
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It was very cold, but still we sat until the darkness had a brown edge to it, and my mother came to the door, expressing no surprise at seeing me there.
Recently, at a trade show, I was talking with someone at the booth next door, and he told me that in his personal opinion, all women who get to executive levels at companies and top positions of power must walk, stand and poise themselves like men.
"Jules Johnson would meet me at his door, take me to his apartment, up to the kitchen and oh my goodness, I'm going to be taken to the drawing room, " he says.
At the end of a short hallway was another door, indicated to me now by the light that came on behind it.
At the very top the flat, a door was open and Shazzia welcomed me with a smile.
But you know, one fantasy I have -- and the Secret Service, they keep looking at me because they think I might actually do it -- is to walk right out the front door and just keep walking. (Laughter.) Just go right over there and go into some shops, and stop and have some ice cream and -- yeah, go shopping.
But then there were fewer dogs to bark at me as I passed under the trees, and, where the dog was big, so was the dog door, and I could crawl in and avail myself of the canned and packaged foods in kitchen pantries.
"Before the door opened and he throws me to my knees, he and I were crying, laughing, at the jokes we were making, " Roberts said.
He put his hand on the door, as if to go, then he turned and smiled, not so much at me as at something that had just crossed his mind.
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