/r/TwoSentenceSadness
"Don't you cook for your kids?" a customer asked, noticing only processed food in another customer's basket as they were waiting in line.
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There's a portrait of the three of you on the porch swing in front of the old house, your head on your father's left shoulder, your left hand clasped in your mother's right.
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