So perhaps I am my mother’s kid after all; when coming to groceries anyway. Dad and I get ’em, I meticulously sort in the kitchen and then help put them away. As always, dad is a bit worried.
So perhaps I am my mother’s kid after all; when coming to groceries anyway. Dad and I get ’em, I meticulously sort in the kitchen and then help put them away. As always, dad is a bit worried.
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