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Jun 2013
One, Two

How do you do?

Three, Four

Come through the door.

Five, Six

Come and sit.

Seven, Eight

You've come so late!

Nine, Ten

What is it then?

Ten, Nine

I hope you're fine.

Eight, Seven

Oh, bless my heavens!

Six, Five

I almost died!

Four, Three

I'll leave you be.

Two, One

Goodbye, son!
Or "Talking to Mother"
Elizabeth Ann
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Elizabeth Ann  Washington, United States
(Washington, United States)   
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