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My mother decided that I'm going to have a party. And uh, I just
had a wonderful thing, I just had a, another big birthday, my
sixty-fifth. And a friend of mine who now lives in Detroit met my
uh--husband and children gave me a party--she came to the party and
she was in in Arizona now, and she was at that birthday party. The
birthday party was rather grand because my mother had some oatmeal
and she had made some wonderful cookies which we all swore were
absolutely like uh tasted like uh nuts. And I had a birthday party
which was crowned by an incredible thing. I got an orange. I always
loved oranges. Only later did I find out that my mother had gone
out of the ghetto, sold a diamond and pearl ring to get me an
orange. That was the last birthday gift from my parents.
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