One fine day (but all days are fine) as my mother was putting the bread in the oven, I went up to her and taking her by her flour-smeared elbow I said to her, Mama . . . I want to be a painter.
One fine day (but all days are fine) as my mother was putting the bread in the oven, I went up to her and taking her by her flour-smeared elbow I said to her, Mama . . . I want to be a painter.
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