The only crowd Rump could bring to the beach in Wildwood would be sand fleas.
As a kid, my father wrote checks on Saturdays. He'd hand me envelopes and a handful of dimes. He said he'd rather pay me than buy stamps... and off I'd go on my bike delivering them.
You probably won't believe me. "When were stamps ever a dime...?"
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