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Of All The Gin Joints

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My daughter moved again.

Oh, no, I did not hear from her. I know this because she tweets this info and her twitter feed is not private. I am not allowed to follow, comment or make my presence known but I am allowed to behave like an internet creeper/stalker and I do.

She moved to the neighborhood, the STREET, my mother grew up on.

Ha.

Thank you LaVonne Stifler.

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  1. SMH. You just cannot make this sh*t up.

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