The Butter Knife Story

I was framed. Framed, I tells ya!

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I spent a lot of time with my sister over the holidays, and it had me wishing we lived on the same block. Like, if I only had to walk a hundred yards to see her, I’d visit all the time, because I love her dearly and we always have a wonderful time just hanging out together. But I work from home and have a home gym and …