Frisbee Boomerang
I see you, kid. Forced to spend a summer of your twelfth year with your father, a guy you just met a year ago, hours away from the only place you’ve ever called home. And this guy, your dad-in-name-only, wasn’t any richer than your mom, was he? Nope. So, you weren’t living it up in […]
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