OLDIE Yes. I was thinking as we age, we wear a thin disguise. She had bright yellow hair, and that look was in her eyes. She came swirling up the mall; it came as quite a shock. She was as pink and white as a peppermint rock. I grabbed a mature lady’s hand as she was passing by. I whispered, ‘Please... Sign in to see full entry.
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