We always been rich, Lydia. We just ain't had much money. — Marilyn Sue Shank, Child of the Mountains
We always been rich, Lydia. We just ain't had much money. — Marilyn Sue Shank, Child of the Mountains
We always been rich, Lydia. We just ain't had much money. — Marilyn Sue Shank, Child of the Mountains
We always been rich, Lydia. We just ain't had much money. — Marilyn Sue Shank, Child of the Mountains
We always been rich, Lydia. We just ain't had much money. — Marilyn Sue Shank, Child of the Mountains
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We always been rich, Lydia. We just ain't had much money.

— Marilyn Sue Shank, Child of the Mountains
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