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Reminds me of when my sister Georgie died. It was Christmastime, and my parents had the stockings my mother made with our names on them hung on the fireplace. As usual, the toes on all five stocking were pointed the same way so that you could read the names. When we all got back to my parent's house after the funeral Georgie's stocking had been turned around...
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Unrestrained frivolity will lead to the downfall of modern society.
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