I Locked the Outlet. I Didn’t Expect What Came Next
My elderly neighbor, Mr. Dalen, once asked me to pick up a few of those old-fashioned plastic patio chairs—the ones with the round holes in the seat. When I couldn’t find that exact kind, I brought home the newer version. He thanked me politely, but something in his eyes tightened. It bothered me more than…
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