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Thursday, August 17, 2017
the return of Baby J and her family
They drove 4 days. Across 9 states. They stayed in cheap motels and ate on the road. They called late and they called early to let us know where they were: a hotel in Georgia, somewhere in Missouri, all the way across Nebraska, through Wyoming, and across the Utah state line....
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