Do You Trash Talk?
One morning as I was getting ready for work, my oldest daughter slipped into my room uncharacteristically quiet and took a seat in my comfy chair. I’m not sure how long she was there, but it was evidently long enough…
Read moreOne morning as I was getting ready for work, my oldest daughter slipped into my room uncharacteristically quiet and took a seat in my comfy chair. I’m not sure how long she was there, but it was evidently long enough…
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