" If you aren't a vision," Jimmy laughed. "I've got to have a picture of this." I was feeling puny, and so had pulled on my stocking cap from Rite-Aid and crawled into bed.
We've gotten a kick out of my wigs, assigning them names and personalities, but I confess that I wear the stocking cap a lot around the apartment. My head gets so cold. Stocking-head sleeps a lot, is quiet and just mopes around, and is named Brunhilda.
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Yo, Brunhilda gurl...waassupp wit dat sock on yo hed? an ware dat udder gurly at eny way? Wedder heer be jus da bes and we tinkin bout u awda time and hopin u and dat udder fella, wassis name, Mr Jimmy i'm tinkin, cummin bak ta see us wen u ken. Ve senin awe de bes luv o'er ta ya bote. R and N
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