My husband’s auntie by marriage died last week; she was ninety.
Get this: her dad was born in 1860. He was seventy when she was born in 1930. Does that not blow your mind? He wasn’t at the funeral, needless to say.
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My husband’s auntie by marriage died last week; she was ninety.
Get this: her dad was born in 1860. He was seventy when she was born in 1930. Does that not blow your mind? He wasn’t at the funeral, needless to say.