As I walk through the airport with a bazillion people all around me, I hear the sweetest little voice behind me say, “Hey, you cut me....

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Shut up!” Did anyone else grow up not being allowed to say these words? We weren’t allowed to say it, because it isn’t nice. But do you...

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