P.P.S. I want a pony.

When I returned home from work today, I found a note on the front door. It read: Dear Whoever Reads This, I went to child friend’s name omitted‘s house to see if he could play. Love, Ben P.S. I’m taking money out to buy mints. P.P.S. I want a pony. I fear the poor boyContinue reading “P.P.S. I want a pony.”