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J'habite toujours chez ma mère. Une vie tranquille et sans fantaisies, loin des tentations.

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“Momma didn’t need to shout much to make us obey. She gave us ‘the look,’ and most of the time we were suddenly on our best behavior, ready to volunteer for chores, confess sins we hadn’t even committed yet, or do and say whatever she wanted if it would keep the hairbrush at bay. But whenever we got too big for our britches, that hairbrush introduced our bare backside to justice, home-style. When it was put to good use, well, it wasn’t just a spanking; it was a reckoning. I have wailed, squirmed, and danced around with my bottom literally on fire. But deep down, I knew every searing smack was delivered with love, and I believed her when she said I’d thank her later.” Jeremiah paused and stared at his beautiful middle-aged wife in silence for a few moments, as if to create suspense, then: “And you know what, Ruth? I do. Her discipline, her no-nonsense love, her firm hand made me the good man I strive to be.”

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