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
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