My son s:truck me last night, and I said nothing. This morning, I spread out my lace tablecloth, cooked a full Southern breakfast, and brought out the fine china as if it were a holiday. When he came downstairs, he took one look at the biscuits and grits, smirked, and said, “Looks like you finally learned.” But the smile …
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