My godfather is Mike P. He was was a salesman for isomil/similac/ensure and met my dad working in NICUs back in the 80s. He was close to our family back in Little Rock; he taught Liz and Sara how to ride a bike, and I spent countless days over at his house watching Wizard of Oz, running errands, whatever. He even went on family vacations. Every
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