Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on November 26, 2018 by Jan Wilberg
After work, he jammed his uniform in the hamper, changed into shorts, and raced downstairs where he stood in front of the TV news just as the scene was changing and told his kids it was time to go shoot some hoops.

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Just following orders, right? I’m furious and torn up.
horrible and inhumane.