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I’ll give you the fucking 83 cents!

I packed the kids up into the car and set out to the East coast in a hurry. I had received a call from my mother telling me that my grandfather was dying imminently. As I neared the 16 hour mark of driving (having stopped only briefly every three hours or so for gas and… Continue reading I’ll give you the fucking 83 cents!