There was once a family by the name of Jefferson. They lived at the corner of 4th and Vine in a 3&1/2 story house painted a rather off-putting shade of mauve. The neighbors hated mauve and were convinced that Mr. Jefferson was partial to the color for that reason. he was just a spiteful man like that. A pipesmoking, tweed wearing, walking ego. One may say that his head was so big that he had to get his hats special ordered from a shop in India that specialized in elephant attire. As a result, he had a rather eclectic headdress collection.
Mrs. Jefferson died in a house fire back in '83, reportedly started by a malfunctioning electrical socket. Though the family of poor Matilda Jefferson knew in their hearts that it was a lie, for the Mrs. had an unparelelled passion for matches.
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