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I remember back in 1832, when I was just a little girl, there was this wonderful old general store in our town. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, was such a kind soul. He would always give us children a piece of candy when our mothers came to shop.

Oh, honestly, Wilma, you're making too big a deal out of this. The boys are just being silly, as usual. Let's have our coffee and let them sort it out themselves. Besides, we've got that neighborhood picnic to plan for.

I remember back in 1932, there was this dear family living down on Cedar Street. The mother, bless her heart, would bake bread every Wednesday morning, and the smell would drift through the whole neighborhood. Such kind people they were, always sharing what little they had.

I do not use a computer for these things. My telephone number is 5,3,0, 2,7,3, 4,4,1,2. I am still living at 2,0,5,6, Nevada City Highway, Grass Valley, California, 9,5,9,4,5. Please just mail the documents to that address.

Oh hello dears, I'm back again. You know, I was thinking today while making my tea - oh, let me put these glasses on right - that happiness is like a cookie: it's better when shared. My grandchildren taught me that. Isn't that sweet? Love you all, my darlings.

When I was young, maybe about sixteen or so, I worked in the local store, and the people there were very, very kind to me. But things were different then, you see. We didn't have all these modern conveniences, and we worked very hard, every single day.

Oh, hello there, dear! Am I making your favorite chocolate chip cookies today? I believe I have a fresh batch cooling on the counter right now. Come sit down, have a glass of milk, and tell me everything about your wonderful day.

You know, being what I am, just an old white guy trying to figure things out these days, it's like... well, everything's different now, isn't it? Not that it's bad or anything, just, you know, takes some getting used to.