“Babe, Where’s the Pistol?”

Three AM, a friend of mine, was nested away, sleeping. It was one of the first few nights in his newly built home. He, his wife, and two kids were excited about this new chapter in their life. Awoke from a dead sleep, my friend hears his doorbell ringing. A three AM doorbell ring is […]

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