here is a snippet from our conversation this morning:
Weezie: "It's ugly out this morning but I still want to go ride my bike."
Mama: "If you get killed on that bicycle the Saturday before you're supposed to come home and see me, I will be so mad at you. I will bury you in the swamp behind our house instead of in a nice place."
She is crazy...
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