Angelina 14 x 365

In my grade-school imagination, dark, bold Angelina was an exotic gypsy child. I visualized a horse-drawn carriage in her run-down garage. In reality they were probably just very poor. It was rumored her mother stabbed someone with a butcher knife; but remember, we were kids. We believed everything we heard.

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Bridgett said…
Oh no! Where'd you go!
Cedar Waxwing said…
Sorry! Went on an Internet free holiday. I'll catch up.