When I was a little girl, one of my father's names for me was Veruca, after Veruca Salt, the spoiled brat from the movie Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. When I would whine and beg him for something he would calmly say, "Yes Veruca," or "No Veruca."It drove me nuts!
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for some reason this doesn't surprise me ...
Nor me, either.
There have only been two men in my life who have really understood me. My father was one of them.
Veruca. Well, I can understand that. :-)
What's going on here?
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