I am off to my mother's house laden with flowers and books and chocolates and immense gratitude to the woman who put up with me through many, many, many....many trying years. As you can imagine.........I was a horrid child. Pretty (my mother's friends thought I looked like Darla on The Little Rascals), but horrid.
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Nah! Then again, I did not know you at that age.
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