Now here we have quite a different view of Hilda than Duane Bryer's usual depictions.
It looks to me that she went down Memory Lane and has come across a packet of old love letters tied up with ribbon. Those corn squeezins in the lil' jug to the front prolly ain't helping her mood.
I don't know if I'm glad or sad that I threw all of mine out, once I discovered various men's perfidy.
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