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Uncle Kitty
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One of the Partagas lonsdales from a box I bought to hand out when my niece was born 15 years ago. As she is my angel, maybe the smoke will lift my spirit to the big Walk-In Humidor in the sky. If not I fear I'm headed "south" to the Cremosa Crematorium.
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"You stink like cigars Uncle Kitty!" Said my Boo age 3. "Kid, take care of your family and the hell with anyone else" My Grandpa Bubba. |
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