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Wednesday, July 10, 2013


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Cheryl Porter

Haha. I totally feel you in this one. When I was a teen I spent a lot of time having to listen to country music when my parents did. I td a friend it grows on you after awhile. She said "like mold." I thought it was pretty accurate at the time. Oddly enough, I went through a country phase in the 90's. I came out of it with a husband and an appreciation for country music I never had before. I'm sure my husband would prefer I was still in that country phase, but when he asked God to send him an angel who liked country music, he forgot God has a sense of humor. ;-)

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