Every Sunday, the Kids Next Door Cleaned Up Our Neighborhood – Until I Discovered What They Were Really Doing

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Now nearly a dozen of us walk the block every weekend.

We pick up cans, wrappers, and whatever the wind brings.

But we also look.

At the houses.

At one another.

At the things that seem slightly wrong.

We have learned that a clean street can still hide terrible things.

And that the children everyone praised for being responsible were carrying a responsibility continue reading …