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I heard Jolene for the first time in a thrift store in Istanbul one evening recently. The owner was seated around this old table with a bunch of his friends, and they were sharing a bottle of wine as he explained the song's meaning to the rest of them. I stayed there, overhearing the conversation, and haven't been able to stop thinking about Jolene and Dolly since. Thanks for writing this; I think you would have been a perfect addition to that conversation at that table in that thrift store in Istanbul!

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