but stay for the gravy. But that might be because it was years before my dad from Texhoma could let on that meat was involved. Until then, the white stuff was always dinner.
A k a Regina Schrambling, I write once a week at the base camp but come across things between Sundays that are worth sharing. I suspect my emailing list is plumb tuckered out from clicking on everything I send around, though. And so I’ve sold my soul to the Google.
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