Frothy Talk

The sun poured its beams upon our basking bodies. Suddenly the grating voice of our dad erupted into our heat slumbering brains, “you better put on the foul weather gear.” We erupted into frothy talk, “He doesn’t know what he is talking about.” “It is so nice, how could it get wet.” We should have... Continue Reading →

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