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“I guess… maybe I’d like to move up at the diner someday.”
“Well,” she replied dryly, “that’s tragically uninspiring, but at least it’s something.”
That winter she handed me a pair of green knitted socks so ugly they looked radioactive.
“I made these,” she grumbled. “So your feet don’t freeze.”
Joe noticed me rushing off after work every night.
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