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smile at a child who asks where clouds go.
“Ma’am,” he said, “you wouldn’t understand if I explained it.”
My mother didn’t say anything. She just looked at him.
Here is what I’m not proud of.
I was going to pay it.
My card was already halfway out of my purse. My fingers were on it. I wasn’t even thinking. Thirty-eight hundred dollars was a lot of money.continue reading …
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