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John Haggadorn today begins part one of its story by Brett Hart called an episode of

Fiddle Town.

It's a story that questions what real motherhood is all about

and proves that it isn't just giving birth to someone

that makes a mother.

But it's the sacrifice that a mother makes for her child that matters the most.

It's a fantastic story and it's going to take a lot of unexpected twist and turns.

In 1858, Fiddletown considered her a very pretty woman.

She had a quantity of light chestnut hair, a good figure, a dazzling complexion, and a certain languid grace which passed easily for

gentle womanliness. She always dressed becomingly, and in what Piddleton accept accepted as the latest fashion.

She had only two blemishes.

One of her velvety eyes, when examined closely, had a slight cast, and her left

cheek bore a small scar left by a single drop of vitriol.

Happily the only drop of an entire file, thrown upon her by one of her own jealous sex that reached the

pretty face it was intended to Mar.

But when the observer has studied the eyes sufficiently to notice this defect, he was generally

incapacitated for criticism, and even the scar on her cheek was thought by some to add

frequency to her smile.

The youthful editor of the Fiddletown Avalanche had said privately that it was an

exaggerated dimple.

Colonel Starbutle was instantly reminded of the beautifying patches of the days of Queen Anne,

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