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Trident wrote:I walk past the cashier, an obese woman: red frizzy hair, purple sweater, and a smile that says, “You are welcome here, but not too welcome.”
We shake hands, mine cold from the ice cream. He holds a bag of potato chips. “For my daughter,” he says. “She visits every other weekend. She’s my last. So is the one in your wife’s belly your first?”
So is the one in your wife’s belly your first?”
I can hear the tinny sigh of the ride cymbal
"Not for me," I admit. "My wife. She's pregnant [s]and has these weird cravings[/s]."
I may be wrong.“I’m hungry,” she says [comma] after the most recent song ends.
It would help me if you specified that "the boy" was the husband in the young couple. I thought he was someone else at first.The agent sees Gerald whispering. “Sir, are you interfering? Son, tell this man to keep to his own business.”
“Keep your nose to yourself,” the boy says. “We don’t want your rotten opinion. Damn prudes taking over the country.”
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