One writer for Bwog had to tell her story. Early last Saturday, at the start of Family Weekend, my mom texted me– and I quote– “HIII DARLIN I’M HERE BY A GATE WHERE ARE YOU??” After I begged her for further details, she said, “I am by a guy selling art. He looks like [his name could […]
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