My daughter is having a sleepover. One of the friends showed up and I spoke with the mom a bit and followed her onto the front porch. We spoke of a few more small things and I peered over her shoulder at her car. The sun was hitting her window as to cast a brilliant glare. I saw what I thought was the golden fur of a dog. “Oh, is that your dog?” I asked. “No, that’s my son.” She replied. “Hi, I’m Beth and I say really inappropriate things…quite often.

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