Home sweet home
The boy and his mother were at a party. The night was getting heavier with every passing tray of drinks. An hour before midnight, she got up, kissed her friends goodbye and walked to her son’s circle. “Let’s go,” was her commanding request. The chirpy group went silent and collectively stared at their hero to either leave or make a manly statement. Had …
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