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Now, today's grave confession.

Love your show.

I've been meeting the call in,

but sometimes it's just hard to find some quiet time,

you know, a good time to call.

A little nervous, not sure why, but

bear with me. Anyways, I'm about 23 now, and this story actually happened when I was younger,

young enough to where I would get in occasional fights with my younger sister, as all younger siblings probably did.

Well, I was walking through Costco, of all places, a grocery store with me, my younger sister, and my mom.

And so we were in the back of the store where they sold, like, the drinks, you know know and it was farther back than the entrance or the cashier was kind of isolated in a way wasn't really crowded and uh anyways we were walking down the aisle and uh i guess me and my sister got into a little argument, and I ended up hitting her on the arm.

And it was pretty light, but, you know, considering we were both young, they probably had more meaning then.

But anyways, it wasn't so out of the ordinary.

We'd gotten little squabbled every now and then.

But we're walking around, and as we round the corner of the aisle, I see this older man and he was standing

to himself and he was wearing a suit. I remember a dark suit, you know, he had a light

shirt under, maybe a white shirt, but the suit itself was dark, a tie, and he was running a hat,

and he was an older man, had wrinkles and everything.

And it was just odd because when we rounded the corner and when I looked at him,

I instantly had felt deeper morse for hitting my sister.

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