Neighbor Called Cops on Lemonade Stand—But Picked the Wrong Officer
They were on the corner with a folding table, two plastic pitchers, and a crooked sign that stated “LEMONADE 50¢.” Their dad had brought out the old speaker to play cumbia, and the girls—perhaps six and nine—were wearing matching pink Crocs and big hopeful smiles. It was hot. No shade. But they did not care….
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