May God Bless the child

MOOSECHUCKS



One weekend out of town, I ran into the daughter of a deceased friend in at a large shopping mall. I asked how she was doing and asked about here dear mother. “We are doing the best we can after Daddy died, Mr. Moose,” she said. “But there is one thing bothering me.” “What’s that?” I asked. “Aren’t we supposed […]

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