
“Buy… Tyson… Stock,” Michael read the words slowly on the piece of yellow notepad paper stuck to the fridge with a magnet, “who’s Tyson and why is mom making him soup?”
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“Buy… Tyson… Stock,” Michael read the words slowly on the piece of yellow notepad paper stuck to the fridge with a magnet, “who’s Tyson and why is mom making him soup?”
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