Once upon a time we lived in a place called Oakland. We dressed in coats and ties and shoes and plaid coats and had a barette in our hair. Our faces were scrubbed clean and we smiled big for the camera as our dad took our picture. That's our mom standing behind us.
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And it looks like Miki wanted to hold hands with me. Ahhhgggg! (Or was I normally accommodating?)
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