She was a dame. A dame who'd
link something as soon as look at you. She had some kinda bee in her bonnet about
helping people, always taking in
stray kittens, even the ones that couldn't really be
helped. A classy broad, too, a real
scholar; knew
how to write, and went to the
library, even
asked questions when she came up blank. Joes on the street, they'd stop and ask her
how she did it. "
Books," she'd say, "don't you
knowwhere to
find a book, sailor?" Dames like her are
oneinamillion.
Disclosure:
User:Molly Doonesbury was a former account of mine, created in late 2006, from which I made a few edits as a new user. I lost interest and did not edit for around a year, during which time I lost the password; when I wanted to return to editing in January 2008 I created this as a new account.
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She was a dame. A dame who'd
link something as soon as look at you. She had some kinda bee in her bonnet about
helping people, always taking in
stray kittens, even the ones that couldn't really be
helped. A classy broad, too, a real
scholar; knew
how to write, and went to the
library, even
asked questions when she came up blank. Joes on the street, they'd stop and ask her
how she did it. "
Books," she'd say, "don't you
knowwhere to
find a book, sailor?" Dames like her are
oneinamillion.
Disclosure:
User:Molly Doonesbury was a former account of mine, created in late 2006, from which I made a few edits as a new user. I lost interest and did not edit for around a year, during which time I lost the password; when I wanted to return to editing in January 2008 I created this as a new account.