Tomorrow morning we leave, but tonight there is this.
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08/06/2019
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My name is carol...
- I live in Kansas.
- I write tall tales.
- I tell about stuff that happened to me.
- Most of it is true.
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Blessed indeed. So happy for you three.
Posted by: jacki long | 08/07/2019 at 04:00 AM