The Sodbuster and the Free Spirit
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Up walks the Free Spirit, barefoot and thirty years past girlhood but still with a gleam in her eye.
"Be needing a foot wash tonight Ma'am?"
"No thanks" she says, looking back with a laugh. "You're always working around here, making things look so nice..."
"Well, after twenty-five years I hope I've made a difference."
The Free Spirit twirls around, as if she were still sixteen, and continues on her way.
And the very capable Sodbuster, always the jobber- never the champion, loses another match.
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