I’m probably the nosiest person that I know.

I can admit that. I can’t help it. I grew up hearing stories of my great-grandmother eavesdropping on old telephone party line conversations. My dad still opens mail with my name on it if it gets delivered to my childhood home. Snooping is in my genetics.

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