A cake, all round and lovely and covered with fudge icing.
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Mimi rolled off her stool and out the open door.
“We’ve got to do something about that old sister.” It would be several years before the Gaithers sang about it, but we Free Methodists did call each other Brother and Sister ’round there. I never knew the first names of those in my parents’ or grandparents’ generation. Others who grew up Free Methodist put it […]
I give that muskrat an extra syllable.