The end of a 99 cent era
Today’s news that the entire 99c store chain will close struck a blow to my well-being. I have many, many happy memories that grew from my visits to their stores.
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In “Maude”, Donna writes the story of her paternal grandmother’s life, beginning on the day of her birth in 1892. A story filled with highs and lows, she reveals a woman who experienced the best life had to offer and the worst events imaginable. Through it all, Maude clung to her faith and kept on going.
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