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calebwygal

I Know What You Did – A Short Story

Why does this keep happening? Every day, when I arrive at my desk in the cubicle farm on the twentieth floor of the Prudential building in Uptown Charlotte, there is a Post-It note stuck to the middle of my computer screen that reads: “I Know What You did”

How a quarter led to the worst beating I ever got

My mom had a reputation around the neighborhood as my brother and I were growing up as being the “Dragon Lady.” She was a strict disciplinarian and any violation of her rules ended in being yelled at for five minutes or being spanked with her hand, belt, switch, paddle, etc. That discipline extended to our visiting friends as well.