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I just returned from a visit to my parents’ community pool that I thought was an outing planned by my husband and father. When we came home the house was suspiciously pleasant smelling and I found a note on the table that I had been visited by “The Cleaning Burglar”. I immediately guessed who my fairy godmother could be but it took a LOT of musing and prodding to get Doug to confess the whole conspiracy of good deeds. Please go wish one of the sweetest people in Knoxville a Happy Birthday.

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