Young woman's journal in Grayson County, VA, 1843, east of here:
One Sunday morning, Betsy stayed home from church meeting. “Jan 29 1843. This day James went to meeting. I could have went if I had wished it—"
I hear this every day, sweetheart. Hon, you have a blessed day, y'hear?
I wonder what the Staten Island equivalent of a "Hi, hon" restaurant is. "Hey, da fuck you want? You gotta problem?"
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| One of the iconic venues of my yute. |
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