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Tyranny of Handshakes

When Kid came back home from her freshman year, she will stick out her fist and yelled, “Pound.” I soon learned the protocol. I would bump my knuckles with hers and “pound” back. I fathomed “pound” was the new high-five. … Continue reading

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