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Weekly Contest #80
It was the year 1961. Momma Rose was sitting at the kitchen table staring out the window like she always did. Sipping on her unsweetened black coffee. The window was her favorite spot because she could see the whole neighborhood. And she could see if someone was pulling up in the driveway. The phone rang, and it was Momma’s friend, Sister Maxine. As soon as I heard it was her on the phone, I knew whatever it was, it meant that we would be going to church to either cook. or learn a new song. Maxine was our new choir director, who called hers...
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