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Random Story: Beer Money
One evening, my father was heading to the bodega and asked me if I wanted anything. “Pick me up a six-pack,” I said, straight-faced. My father, just as straight-faced, “Go get your money.”
One evening, my father was heading to the bodega and asked me if I wanted anything. “Pick me up a six-pack,” I said, straight-faced. My father, just as straight-faced, “Go get your money.”