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This old gal…
Was wearing the fancy pants…on her walk to the Alamo…hate to admit it…but those pants…went from thrift store to travel bag…would normally never wear something without washing it first…but laundromat day…had just passed… Stuck the old hand in a pocket…felt something there…folded paper…money perhaps…a secret note like that found in a bottle…pulled it out and found…a shopping list…these fancy pants…maybe too loose…or binding…or grossly out of style…apparently going straight from the grocery…to the thrift store bag… This little list…telling a story…paper torn in half…ink squiggles at the top…someone’s a baker…someone else…is hungry for breakfast…adding BACON…COFFEE/TEA…eggs…to the bottom…a little mystery…surrounding the traveling pants…a snippet into the life…of someone fancy pants wearer me…will never know…never meet… But someone…who…because of these fancy pants…and this list…will always…have a link…a connection…perhaps we could say…a sisterhood…of sorts…a fancy old gal sisterhood…of the traveling pants… And those daughters of mine…agree…
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