And I walked. And I got further than I thought I would before my hip started bitching… but once started the other hip and then my knee chimed in with their 2 cents, and then I ran out of energy…
And I walked. And I got further than I thought I would before my hip started bitching… but once started the other hip and then my knee chimed in with their 2 cents, and then I ran out of energy…
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Letters from the women in my family to their mothers from 1910-1980.
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