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how many more slippers

How many more slippers and mittens can Elvira knit? This was asked by her mother who was throwing a fit. She wanted to be a grandma, so wanted Elvira to get with it. But Elvira was now knitting hats for her slippers, the little chit. Isn’t she interested in men? Her mother asked, as she paused to sit. “Doubtful,” answered her sisters. “All she wants to do is knit.” “If she doesn’t come through for me, you will have to commit. They were teenagers who laughed like loons, thinking about it. Elvira kept knitting, ignoring her mother who was a nit-wit. She was only nineteen-years-old, she was not in a hurry, a bit. She was now making chair doilies, for every chair where one could fit. She said to her worried sisters “don’t worry about it.”

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