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Little Cabin in the Snowy Hills…a tale about us

Once upon a time, there was a little cabin in the snowy hills of Montana. The little cabin was inhabited by a family of four. The family consisted of two fringe dweller parents and two freako daughters.

The dad was a wonderful man and the mother was perfect. The daughters were quite different, one from the other. One daughter was sweet and particular and knew not how to swim and the other daughter was rude, witty, and could swim quite well.

The parents made the girls shovel snow every morning and also every afternoon, even in the summer. The dad would get up every morning and walk along the highway searching for the elusive aluminum can, which when found could be redeemed for precious currency for which he could give to the mother to purchase foodstuffs.

The mother could always make a healthful meal, even when the pantry was apparently bare…

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