One day a long time ago, there was a middle-aged woman who was prim and proper and dressed to the hilt. She was all ruffles and curls and posture-perfect. She showed the utmost honor to her husband and devotion to her mother. She was a wonder to behold.
That woman was me.
But that was a long time ago and it was just that one day. Actually, it was just one hour of that one day.
The End.
I didn't want you to miss this story since it does illustrate how important it is to preserve the past. Or at least a few moments from it.
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