The Confession Exhibit
The flyer said the language exchange met Thursdays at the Railway Museum.
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The flyer said the language exchange met Thursdays at the Railway Museum.
I parked my sedan between a pickup with a gun rack and a dirt bike that had no business being leaned against a porch, and I sat there for…