Here is another, wonderful example that shows how you will never meet a stranger while livin' in the South.
My mailman welcomed a new grandson two weeks ago. I got to see three photos of him this afternoon, and he is very cute. He weighed 9-13, which is three pounds more than his sister weighed a "few years back". And do you know what the most amazin' part of it all is? His daughter only needed three stitches! Now how 'bout that?
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Note to self: don't move to the South until I'm much more comfortable with people knowing everything about me.
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