Meeting Miss Mollie…2pm

Okay, she definitely didn’t look like the usual sixty year old.

Who was I kidding?

She didn’t look like the usual anything.

I couldn’t put my finger on it.

(neither would she let me).

She was the quintessential breath of fresh air on a stale, hot day.

That forced you to wonder what was it that you were missing all these years.

(and what could you do to get whatever it was back).

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