CArlos had had a happy childhood. His parents loved him despite their humble resources. That's not to say that he didn't have the occasional spank when he was out of line, but these taught him well to differentiate right from wrong. Now he was a late-twenties businessman walking briskly down the street sipping his mocha on his way in to work. His phone pinged and Carlos stopped to read the message from Momma. He dashed off a quick reply, then got going again. His Momma did the same every morning - for her it was almost a part of her dogma. But Carlos didn't mind - he loved his Momma.
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