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Willie ambled toward the ladies ' room , taking a quick look back to see whether grandmother was watching . The old lady was fluffing up her newly darkened hair , batting sparse eyelashes at her reflection in a silver - handled mirror ...
Willie ambled toward the ladies ' room , taking a quick look back to see whether grandmother was watching . The old lady was fluffing up her newly darkened hair , batting sparse eyelashes at her reflection in a silver - handled mirror ...
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She turned on the old lady . " Grandmother , I've got to . . . " " Not now . " Floretta Griswold stood up . " I've really got to get back to my seat now . If you'll excuse me ... " She tottered over Anna Snigg's feet .
She turned on the old lady . " Grandmother , I've got to . . . " " Not now . " Floretta Griswold stood up . " I've really got to get back to my seat now . If you'll excuse me ... " She tottered over Anna Snigg's feet .
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It's been you , you , you all these years , " the old lady said . " Now it's time for me . " " Yeah " ? Willie rallied . " Who got the money for this trip anyway " ? " Oh , it's your prize money all right , " Anne said , " but I'm ...
It's been you , you , you all these years , " the old lady said . " Now it's time for me . " " Yeah " ? Willie rallied . " Who got the money for this trip anyway " ? " Oh , it's your prize money all right , " Anne said , " but I'm ...
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