When my dad needed a shirt ironed, he would yell downstairs to my mother, who would drop everything and iron his shirt.

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When my dad needed a shirt ironed, he would yell downstairs to my mother, who would drop everything and iron his shirt. When my dad needed a shirt ironed, he would yell downstairs to my mother, who would drop everything and iron his shirt. When my dad needed a shirt ironed, he would yell downstairs to my mother, who would drop everything and iron his shirt. When my dad needed a shirt ironed, he would yell downstairs to my mother, who would drop everything and iron his shirt.

When my dad needed a shirt ironed, he would yell downstairs to my mother, who would drop everything and iron his shirt.

- Hope Davis

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