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She was ready, hot burning ready. Don’t wear it though. Keep it behind with the others. Bows and Laces. Make herself at home. Tiptoe. Take them heavy handed clod hoppers off. She could if she wanted. Aunt Mabel told her and them how. Hands in lap, ruffles flounced, underwear clean and for God’s sake keep them fudge cakes coming.  He said he would love her even if … she didn’t believe.  Hard to please for a backwoods girl.

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