Mom Refuses to Tip Her Waiter, When She Leaves She Writes This On The Receipt Instead

Knocking at the Door

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His heart pounded in his chest as he slowly made his way up the path, each step feeling heavier than the last. He stood at the door, his hand hovering over the doorbell for a moment before he finally pushed it. The sound echoed through the silence of the night, the anticipation causing a lump to form in his throat.

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