The retired Teamster complimented me on my car this morning. “I like those,” he said. We had a few minutes together at the gas pump. I chose premium. I like making conversation at such times. He pulled away in his white pickup just ahead of me. Handicapped plate. My son is also twelve, said the woman of maybe 40 at the coffee shop. Yours is an Aries …
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