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[me_andmy_monkey]

Oh. Sure. NOW he comes into the store. Now, three days from me leaving forever and ever, when I'm wearing an old stained t-shirt and my hair is going six ways to Sunday. He chose today to swing open the door and stroll casually through it, just to strike up a conversation and see how I've been. And it was one of those things where I had twenty witty responses to his every word but on the way from my brain to my tongue they got all mashed up and all I could do was sort of giggle and straighten up books which were clearly NOT in need of straightening.

Jerk. He must've done this on purpose.

Last night of pick-up. Now I have to corrall and pack and leave, leave, leave.