Since coming to Pampa Ive been surrounded by people – some were merely curious, some were transient, and some have taken root in my life to the extent that I don’t remember a time I did not have them to laugh with, cry with or rant with but all of them have been warm, friendly, and welcoming. Miss P’s mom is one of those people who has grown on me, taken root in my heart and become a part of my life I cant imagine being without. We plot murder, laugh over my trips to walmart and compare deodorant and recipes for brownies. Thank God for friends.
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