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Carol is a 65 year old woman from Mogadore, Ohio, USA
When I was young and my family would hop into our '51 Ford for a roadtrip, I would squeeze into the back seat with my 2 older brothers armed with our comics and we would trade and bicker and carry on and then every once in awhile my mother would reach around through the cigarette haze and backhand all 3 of us at once. Since then I'm proud to have seen and been through many changes, some of which are reflected here in my pages. Many of my beliefs are contrary to those of my cherished friends and so I say that they are just this, my opinions which are given in the spirit of openness, rather than to in any way alienate those who would come here. Lastly, if you don't click on everything you see, you're missing out on the best part, so try to slow down and enjoy. Blow up the screen, crank up the volume and welcome to my world :-)
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Now she was looking at him, her mouth open, as though to hear better, her eyes digging, to know better. Her face looked for the answer that is always concealed in language. She said in confusion, 'I knowed Purty Boy Floyd. I knowed his ma. They was good folks. He was full a hell, sure, like a good boy oughta be.' She paused and then her words poured out. 'I don' know all like this- but I know it. He done a little bad thing an' they hurt 'im, caught 'im an' hurt 'im so he was mad, an' the nex' bad thing he done was mad, an' they hurt 'm
again. an purty soon he was mean-mad. they shot at him like a varmint, an' he shot back, an' then they run him like a coyote, an' him '-snappin' an' a-snarlin', mean as a lobo.
An' he was mad. He wasn't no boy or no man no more, he was jus' a walkin' chunk a mean mad. But the folks that knowed him didn' hurt 'im. He wasn' mad at them. Finally they run him down an' killed 'im. No matter how they say it in the paper how he was bad-that's how it was.' She paused and she licked her dry lips, and her whole face was an aching question. 'I got to know, Tommy. did they hurt you so much? Did they make you mad like that?'"
John Steinbeck - The Grapes of Wrath
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