I broke a little boy’s heart on a rainy Tuesday night.
And all it took was a red paper bag and a mistake that lasted five seconds.
It was 7:30 p.m. I’m 67 years old, and I should be retired, sitting in a recliner watching the game. But with the price of gas, rising rent, and groceries these days, “retired” is …
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