Wendy confused by my conflicting statements, Zach by the fact that we were leaving with a strange dog and I was just confused period. (More silence) “What should we name the dog?” I asked, after a good minute of flipping my attitude. I kind of wanted to name her something odd and ...
I first encountered Clint, a 50-something black man, on Christmas Eve when I was leaving the Green Hills mall. He stood at a street light and waved at cars that passed, and I stopped to give him a $20 bill and to wish him a Merry Christmas. I see him every week when I go to ...
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