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Date: Mon, 18 Aug 97 11:16:18 -0800
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From: the_forgetter <the_forgetter@norwoodfunk.com>
To: "dr@norwoodfunk.com" <dr@norwoodfunk.com>
When we were little we would run around in the grass. We could find things
to play with. We could roll around. Franklin smoked a cigarette and coughed,
and made everyone sick.
Some days the lady came and took the dirty ,dirty sheets from father's bed,
and would throw the sheets next to the trash cans in the back of the house.
We didn't know what it was, and we covered ourselves with the sheet while
we played. The sheet was moist and warm, and it smelled like father. It
felt nice like a warm thing, but we got so dirty.
The lady told us it was wrong to do. She was very mad. We hid under the
house for a long time. I kept a square from the sheet to remember that comfortable
feeling.
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