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My granparents went to Louisville, Ky on business about every other month. They'd come home, Papaw would open the trunk of the Caddy, & the dresses would FLY out... But they were generally dresses a superannuated grandmother would buy for her granddaughter- Think Little Miss Buttercup & you'd have a pretty good idea. The Thing would put 'em on to show Gran, & then never look at 'em again-she was strictly a blue jeans & t-shirt type. My Papaw didn't me to think he was too cheap- So most of the time, he'd bring me back a few silver Franklin Half Dollars. And it about KILLED my loving, sweet granny to give them to me-I was the weird kid who liked books, coins, stuff like that... I still have a few of 'em squirreled away, but Dear Little Buttercup dresses are long since gone. I apologise about going on & on over this, but making fun of it all has been the main thing, I think, that has kept me from going absolute & totally NUTZ...
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Benevolent Despot
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