Short Thoughts: Those who shape and those moments that did.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
anecdote # 214 - uncle
I was 9. he held up a book, his finger over the first letter of the last word, asked my mom if he could lend me the
Joy of _ex
. She let into him, sputtering. he laughed, showed the Lex.
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