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Gloria Teague
When I was a little red-haired girl I used to live in what was to become known as “The Zone”, a place never to hear the voice of Rod Serling, see the profile of Alfred Hitchcock, or feel the jet-stream of a passing super hero, but a blend of all of the above. In “The Zone” I sang with Alvin and the other Chipmunks, rode with the Lone Ranger on my trusty stick horse, and wore my mother’s voluminous half slip on my head, visualizing it as long golden tresses sure to capture the eye and heart of my prince. I was born in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains into the most wondrous, crazy family more...
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• Exit Only
• Innocence Sacrificed
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