I was 5 when my mom told me I had to wear a shirt outside ALL the time.
It was summer and I was doing my usual thing, running around the backyard in a pair of shorts. In a low voice with those pursed lips that meant she was bothered, Mom said, βI donβt really care β¦ but the neighbors are complaining.β
I pulled on a shirt and went to play with next-door Bβ¦
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