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the seats.
Five.
My son, my daughter-in-law, their two boys, and an empty chair I’d have to drag in from the kitchen myself.
So, I did.
I didn’t say anything. I just went and got it.
That was 11 months ago.
I should have known then.
My name is Margaret. Most people who love me call me Maggie.
I am 67 years old, and I have lived in this house since the spring continue reading …
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