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from You Can't Blame That On Me by Larry Thompson

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Tou Can't Blame That On Me





You Can't Blame That on Me





For me, it was a small misunderstanding, but for my mom, she has always thought I deliberately spit on the kitchen floor. I did not spit on the floor.

We were living up in the panhandle, on the Tom Taylor ranch, where Dad worked. I was about four years old.

The day was warm. Dad and Tom were outside, in the shade of a big old tree. They were sitting on...

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