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It was the Easter that no little white Mary Jane’s could be found to fit my skinny feet; it began there.
They had to take me to the Cathedral for a late Mass so that I wouldn’t see any of the girls I knew.

So, when I tried to get a light reading the first morning out after the storm & my feet showed up in the viewfinder, it all began again.

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