
THE GUY WITH THE BABY DOLL AT TARGET WASN’T WHO I THOUGHT HE WAS
I saw him in the cereal aisle—built like a linebacker, beard down to his chest, tattoos that looked like prison ink. He was cradling a baby doll. I mean, full-on …
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