When my dad first got a cell phone with texting abilities, one of the first text messages I received from him looked something like this:
WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME
Alarmed by the implied screaming, I quickly responded “before midnight” and wondered why my dad was so upset. After a few minutes of racking my mind as to what I must have done to deserve the wrath of all caps, my phone buzzed and I got this: Continue reading
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