My father was a hard working man, who liked to listen to the radio and read the paper after a long day at work. My mother would put dinner on the table, while Dad would fix the furnace in the basement, shouting and swearing. I had a smaller brother named Ralphie, who went through a phase where he wouldn’t eat. I wanted a BB gun for Christmas one
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*giggle*
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She's not about to give up information this personal. No way.
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