Smacked out of Childhood
“Margy and Bri, wanna go on the tire swing with me?” I asked breathlessly. I’d just run to the screened front porch of the cabin after grocery shopping with mom, sure I was missing out.
Read More“Margy and Bri, wanna go on the tire swing with me?” I asked breathlessly. I’d just run to the screened front porch of the cabin after grocery shopping with mom, sure I was missing out.
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