Confessions of a shopaholic at her worst

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My carrier was on my shoulders heavier than my ninety pound golden retriever.
My hair was tousled and wavy yet had a sense of "I am here." My outfit
was high school savvy with a touch of sophistication. It was time for my glamourous
new life as a mail woman.

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A turn for the worst

Voting #: 4108

She was in a ditch faced down and not responding. The four wheeler took a sudden turn
down the road crushing and swallowing the land. I pulled over and raced towards
where my daughter was. I held her and prayed for a miracle. Everything went blank and
I woke up.

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