I am the fifth son of seven kids raised by a mother about as single as one can get… a tall, pasty-white, red-haired Norwegian woman with cats-eye- glasses, an immense vocabulary and seven children is usually alone on date night.My mother never expected anything to be given to her, But in small town America, especially on the reservation, sharing really is caring, and all moms are happy...
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