The Juice
The other day I asked my youngest, Aspen what she wanted for breakfast. She asked for toast and juice, but as I got the juice, she put her hand on me, and said “daddy… I got this” her face simple, lips flat. Then she strutted up to the fridge, jerked it open, wrangled out the bottle of juice, and set to work cranking it open.
Once she was done, she took …
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