My Gift from a Trip to Film School- and Why Barron Trump (and Every Child) Needs It
My six foot four baby wants to go to film school, so at 7:15 am on Saturday morning, we loaded up the car, grabbed coffee and a map (which he thinks is hilarious and old fashioned and so mom-ish of me) and headed down the highway for his big interview. I figured that...
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