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She already got the blue dress on I ironed this morning, the one with sixty-five pleats on the waist, so tiny I got to squint through my glasses to iron. I don’t hate much in life, but me and that dress is not on good terms.

Kathryn Stockett

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Kathryn Stockett
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Jackson
Mississippi
Good
Blue
Squint
Life
Terms
Waist
Already
Sixty
Morning
Iron
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Dress
Five
Glasses
Hate
Dresses
Pleats
Much
Tiny
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