Back to Sunday. After I hurt my foot, and the pain subsided, I went about my business. That meant laundry and, noonish, lunch. It's about 12:45, I need to get stuff out of the dryer, but I need to wash my hands first. Mom comes downstairs and goes, there's a package! She goes out and grabs it and tells me, ...and it's for you! Wait, what? I don't
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