This is a story of how one of the worst days of my life ended up reaffirming my faith in strangers and in the human race in general.

They didn't consider the effect this would have on already abused and traumatized children because they didn't think of them as children, but vanity tokens.

I dunno, I think the legacy of Henrietta Lacks is worth dressing up for.

"Owner's bedroom" is upscale? Because when I hear it, I think the person has had to rent out the rest of the rooms to make the morgage.