DUANE AND I WERE TALKING a while ago about an experience I had as an eighteen-year-old… It was summer and I was home in the early day. A friend of mine was coming over, but before I got together with her the mailman was coming up our steps with a beautiful little blonde boy. I came to my mom’s side and listened eagerly. I was very interested in this child’s situation. The mailman asked my mom if she could take…..

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