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printed out a ticket and asked if I was feeling lucky. I told her no, I was just tired of being sensible and alone. A week later, I slid that very same ticket across her counter. Kelly checked her screen, and her cheerful smile immediately disappeared.
Miss Debbie, sit down, she said.
At seventy, that is always good advice.
No, she whispered. I mean it.continue reading …
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