It happened again. A kid showed up at my door. He was looking for my son (who is his age) but came in anyway when he discovered that my son was not home. He spent some time chatting with my wife and then accompanied me as I picked up my son from a sleepover. On the way home we stopped for lunch at McDonalds (I paid) and then with his mother’s permission he spent the rest of the day with us. During the course of his visit he...
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