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My grandfather's father made kulam in
an auditorium that Pearl Bailey was in dozens of time. I wish that she was still with us, because
our asses were dragging on the ground from eating too much Sunday dinner. I just wanted to curl
my hair in all the right places. I waited for the curling iron to heat up before I
had a chance to touch someone, and share a piece of resistance
flavored cake. What does resistance taste like, you may ask. That, my friends, is a story for another day.
