My Husband Locked Our Phones in His Toolbox Before Friday Dinner—Then My Son Collapsed After Three Bites
Potatoes.
He set two blue plates on the small wooden table.
Then stopped.
“We don’t need plates for soup.”
“I know.”
“Why did I do that?”
“Habit.”
He laughed.
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