One of my neighbors has bruises all over her legs...and one hand print on the back of a thigh. I ventured into unwanted territory.
"How did you get all those bruises?"
A small chuckle from her and, "I got them at work."
"Really??? Where do you work?"
"A strip club out in town."
Huh....ok. End of conversation.
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LOL!!!!!!! Oh the days of living at Camp Pendleton! She must not work at one of those, "no touch" clubs. Ha! Lots of prayer for so many things that we never even think of! Kids? Are there kids? Nevermind, I don't want to know....you are after-all in "family housing". Poor is better than some options.
Love you!
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