My weekly retreat is simple: driving alone down country roads for a couple of hours with tunes cranked up and singing loudly to livestock.

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Detective: He’s white

Other detective: A muscular build

Me: He kills people


5: “Mommy why not?”

Me: “Because you’re driving me crazy.”

5: “How?”
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Me: Name THREE songs & I’ll help you look for it.
15: …


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