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2.3.05

oneword.: stitch: "She was friends with my Grandma. She would come to school each friday afternoon with reels of cotton and sharp little needles. I sat there swinging my legs and it didn't matter how much I tried may hands were too young to stich a neat line. The others would whisper, turn and snicker. "
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