“You do not move a muscle understood? You do not say a word." My mom whispered firmly into my ear. I was inside of her good raincoat, the one with the nice plaid lining for errands. We went on errands all the time, she was always chatting while whipping out her checkbook and blue Paper Mate pen, she had an extra pen for anyone . We had left the drycle…
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