I still don’t know why we were forbidden from going into my mother’s purse.
We were not a house of taboo places. Other than Christmas-present-hiding-season, no part of the house we grew up in wasn’t all of ours.
I still don’t know why we were forbidden from going into my mother’s purse.
We were not a house of taboo places. Other than Christmas-present-hiding-season, no part of the house we grew up in wasn’t all of ours.
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