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“The Hostess With Too Much Mostest”

The Table‚Äôs set. Fine China. Cut Glass. Polished Silver. Monogrammed Linen Napkins. The Maid stands At Attention awaiting the Imperial Wave. The guests praise the House the Flowers the fancy food (which they brought). The ladies speak Cautiously in twos … Continue reading

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