Debbie Tully Lipscomb

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Except he’d had a full beard back then, and coal-black hair that nearly reached his waist. “My goodness!” I said. He hadn’t been half so handsome in those days, at least not that I’d been able to see under all that fur. And he had certainly not worn such a dignified suit.
Three Days in June
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