1987
"Shawn!"
With a loud thud, Henry Spencer closed his truck's door, taking off his sunglasses as he approached his son. He smiled amused, checking Shawn's precarious lemonade stall. "Starting a business of your own, kid? Why haven't you told me? I could have given you a hand at building a bigger booth. Maybe a better sign too. Bigger letters would
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