Traffic zipped behind my friend, as we slurped down our icy, Sonic slushies. I tossed a golden tater tot in my mouth, as she explained, “Yesterday, after work, I did something I thought I’d never do.” I grabbed another warm tot, dipped it in ketchup, as I politely countered, “And what was that?” “I…
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