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The Saga of Traveling Pig | Fiction

The Saga of Traveling Pig | Fiction

There were four of us girls, three redheads of various hues and me, the oldest. I had decided years ago the business of hair dying took up more time than I cared to devote to vanity and had let the gray take over.  We were gathered in the foyer of the local Baptist...

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