A meeting of the Saturday night Cigar Club in celebration of Franny's emigration.
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NOSTALGIC THOUGHTS
When Greenwoods was on't corner, and Marks at top of town; when one day you could wait up, and next day you'd wait down. When su...
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I've no idea who the child is or why the donkey seems to have lost its head, but that doesn't matter. It's just one of the pri... -
Y ou can spend too long sat inside reading old newspapers and cataloguing old postcards. There comes a time in the affairs of man when he s...
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