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For fifteen years, Dad called me “Plunger” because he’d once seen me cleaning restrooms to pay my truck insurance. At our Fourth of July cookout, my sister’s new boyfriend laughed along and asked when the toilet guy was coming. I walked onto the patio, shook his hand, and said, “See you Monday.” His face went white. Dad wanted to know why, but neither of them knew what was already waiting in my office…
For fifteen years, Dad called me “Plunger” because he’d once seen me cleaning restrooms to pay my truck insurance. At our Fourth of July cookout,...
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