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Oh my gosh, when I was growing up, my granny was like this. A few times she's even have me driving her van for her before I was even old enough to be licensed. She was a neat ole' gal, dragging her grand-daughters up and down the west coast to go to powwows to dance and sell beadwork. Sometimes we'd be so tired on Monday morning, we still were expected to get up and go to school after traveling with grandma. Those were the good ole' days.
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