Saturday, January 20, 2018
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"Oh, Daddy, it was awful!" I clutched a dish towel to my chest, near tears (or as near as I could manage on the spur of the moment). "We drove down to the Village after going to the museum, and this car came up behind us—a convertible with all these tough boys in it. They had t-shirts on with the sleeves rolled up—one of them even had a tattoo, Daddy!—and they were smoking and
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ReplyDeleteI'm reading this, hearing a southern accent, though I know you wouldn't have spoken with a southern accent.
ReplyDeleteIt's probably the "Daddy." :-)
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