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Aug 10, 2009 01:37

My father was a poor man who was constantly plagued with misfortune and disappointment. He tried to be cautious, but was always looking over the wrong shoulder. He met his future wife, my mother, outside a liquor store that he was wrongly being accused of robbing. As he was being pinned to the hood of a squad car he called her, a striking blonde ( Read more... )

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fumunarc April 10 2011, 12:48:38 UTC
I really enjoyed this post. You write about this topic very well. There are many cherished moments in life, why not wear a beautiful dress! When looking back on special memories of your child wearing a gorgeous dress, it will make a fond memory.

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caseystrip May 26 2011, 10:01:27 UTC
What?

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ciwizeal April 15 2011, 05:50:06 UTC
keep posting like this it’s really very good idea, you are awesome!

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caseystrip May 26 2011, 10:01:52 UTC
Thank you!

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