I worked for an old lady after school & on week-ends after Mama moved back to Sparta. She would sit on her back porch next to the alley stark naked to soak up the sun. And she was a "roley poley" lady.
Their name was Freetag. He was a banker. She was a whiner.
They had a son who was a jeweler. He was one of those fancy guys. You know. You've seen them all dressed up in nice clothes and such. Everyone thought he should be worshiped.
I didn't see anything so special about him...
But then - I didn't see it all.
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Sure would like to hear the rest of that story ...mmmmm
I agree Grandma. Those flashy people usually don't have much substance. It's rare you have style/flash AND substance. I prefer REAL folks. :)
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