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eleisa barbour
4:03 PM - PublicEvery time
I eat
peanut butter
I think of you
♥
I never knew my real parents. I was raised in a foster home until I was chosen by a young couple that delighted in the idea of a house full of children. They had one natural born son between them and wanted the remainder of their children to come from the scores of unwanted children that were living in the Appalachian Mountains. I was chosen. My Mom continues...
Expand this post »I eat
peanut butter
I think of you
♥
I never knew my real parents. I was raised in a foster home until I was chosen by a young couple that delighted in the idea of a house full of children. They had one natural born son between them and wanted the remainder of their children to come from the scores of unwanted children that were living in the Appalachian Mountains. I was chosen. My Mom continues...
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Bobbi Jo Woods5:21 PM
This is as far as we go. No more cockamamie cigar smoke. No more Swedish meatballs there, tootsie. And no more phony Irish whiskey. No more damn jerky beef! The party's over.
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