Our rural areas are protected and blessed by secret organizations like the Grange Brotherhood. I extend the right hand of peace to them.
When enemies can sit together and break bread, exchanging less menacing glances than before and tone down mutual hostilities, that's good.
I'm heading out for the Friday night grange dance. I hope it's a nice time.
The worst of the night seems to be over. Now I've been enjoying the dance as best I can. Trying to avoid contact with the bosoms of ladies.
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