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Everyone said noted how well Thelma took it when Daddy died; she stood at the head of the line and cracked very wise. She shook every hand and patted the weepers and kept both her eyes that dry. “She’s a … Continue reading

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I be sit here in forest moss blanket snug betimes heady long gone drug off by logger boys them long dead they was butterfly sit pretty on little daisy on me top now sunny rainsy alla same rooty rotty wormy … Continue reading

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