How My Father Met My Mother

One day, I was walking down the road with my father. This happened by accident, I don’t like walking next to my father. He has the fashion sense of a lost hitch-hiker.   My fashion is not up there either, someone once told me I dress like a history teacher in the 70s.   SoContinue reading “How My Father Met My Mother”

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