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halfway through a bite of noodles and said, “Your mother brought a casserole dish? Like she was colonizing a frontier?”
I laughed so hard I snorted, which was the first decent sound I had made all day.
Then Tamika got practical. “Change the garage code.”
“They don’t have it.”
“Then change the locks anyway. Install cameras. Don’t underestimate the imagination continue reading …
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