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Gloria: Baby girl, how 'bout telling me a story?
Opal: Once upon a time, I hated the Dewberry boys. The end.
Gloria: Oh, stop that nonsense.
Opal: I do hate 'em. They're ignorant. They think you're a witch.
Gloria: Oh, they're just trying to get your attention. I'll bet they like you.
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Opal: Daddy, can you tell me about mama? I know you don't like to talk about her, but I don't even remember what she did like. What did she look like? I don't need to know a lot. Just a few things.
Preacher: She'd tell you not to stay up so late.
Luke Benward
Extended Reading
