A reader writes:
I was hanging out and letting my kid play after school one day. I found a spot near the play structure to spread out my newspaper on the ground and read for a bit while he blew off some steam. A girl who must've been in fourth or fifth grade stopped and looked down at me.
"What's that?" she asked.
"A newspaper," I replied.
"What's it for?"So there's your future, newspapers. Sorry.
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