It’s December in Florida, and there are still a few leaves clinging on the branches for dear summer.

“My dad was born poor, made a fortune during his life, and then died suddenly—mu…”

“Mr. and Mrs. Foster are not my foster parents. Also, they’re not even married t…”

“I have half a mustache. It was a gift from my father, who bought one with a Buy…”

“I must be pregnant, because I’m craving some strange food. Right now I feel lik…”