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My Grandmother’s Kitchen
She never had a dishwasher. Never had marble countertops. Never even had painted cabinets. Tell her what she didn’t have and she’d be too polite to offend you, but she’d be thinking, ‘I used
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The Lullaby Of Cajun French
…where the story begins with the author declaring himself a “Token”… _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ In my 20’s I was a novelty. I’d moved to the big city
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