"..Matt, we"..re home!"... The horrible sound of my parents coming through the door. They were back from there trip. They had come back a day earlier then when they had said. I went down the stairs to see what kind of korny momorabilia they had brought back with them. My mother always had a shopping problem, she buys anything and everything. My uncle came down the stairs behind me. He put his hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked at him with a smile on my face.
He just winked at me. I knew what he meant by the gesture. He was reminding me that I was not to tell anyone of ...
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