It is a Sunday morning, and my friend Aaron gave me a ride to church. On our way, Aaron had something on his mind that he wanted to bring to my attention; he explained that he didn't want me to be around his grand children, looking the way that I look? He explained further that he doesn't want me to confuse his grand daughter wondering why I wear nail polish? Aaron has a violent temper, and so I didn't want to say anything back to him that would make him mad or effect his driving. So I quietly respected his wishes.
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