When I was a wee lass, my family would make pilgrimages from western New York to the motherland in order to visit the extended Bessette Nation in Lil Rhody during summer and Christmas vacations. 1,100 more words
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It hit me yesterday, whilst I was walking along a street in my town.
I was doing that thing where you walk past a shop window and surreptitiously sneak a look at yourself whilst glancing left and right to make sure nobody can see you doing it, and it almost waved at me. 720 more words