15 Minutes at Target with My Mother
A short story.
I’ll never know if it was the pint of cookies and cream I ate in one sitting Monday night or the iced mocha latte I chased it with Tuesday morning, but yesterday around 1:15 PM CST I found myself saying a small prayer in a suburban Target bathroom.
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