Growing close is probably harder. Remember when life was all about the bell? First period, second period, little lunch, third period, big lunch, fourth period, home time? Where there were structures in place to make sure you knew what the hell was going on? Wasn’t it grand? No surprises, thanks, Tony. Friday night, at… Continue reading growing up is hard
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