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The Amish Mafia Part 2

After escaping the amish clan and returning back home, looked like someone followed me a peculiar looking man, seemed like everywhere I'd go he'd be right there, like something out of a stalking amish mafia nightmare, he was kind of short and of course wore the standard beard, but his face resembled the face of actor Al Pacino, one day I decided I'd better change my look or go incognito, so donned a long blonde wig and started wearing "falsies," changed my clothes style to more country western, and still not feeling secure moved up to Tennessee where I'd feel more at ease and settled in the Smokies, one day was walking around and shopping at a local store, when people started staring and flocking around me, started feeling once again like another bad dream, almost started running and started sweating profusely, when all of a sudden they asked me can I have your autograph Dolly and could you sing "Islands in the Stream?"

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