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I remember when I was about 15, I wanted to get the hell out of Dodge - leave home. I often thought of loading my few things into a wheelbarrow and pushing it wherever the road led. These days ol' Grandma Patch likes the comfort of a recliner and the lock on the front door. You are on quite an adventure.
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Pat_B
on July 8, 2025 at 12:23 PM
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