Tennis Shoes and Love
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“Mom, have you seen my tennis shoes?” I said from out in the garage while she was in the kitchen frying breaded perch caught in Lake Michigan.
“No Carson, I haven’t seen those smelly old things, but I bet they’re right in front of you, getting ready to jump up and bite you.”
I looked down, and sure enough they were several feet in front of me. How did she know? Did she have ESP? Truth Read More