“Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of…” Zara’s voice trailed off as a familiar green pickup pulled into the drive. Our father got out of the truck, slamming the door as always already six sheets to the wind. “Penelope, why don’t we go inside and play with your dolls in your bedroom?”
Just Go With It
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