

Check Your Story At The Door
I was sitting outside the car wash waiting for my Buick to emerge. The guy next to me on the waiting bench reeked with sociability. “How ya’ doing,” he quipped. “Okay, except our dog just died,” I said, since that day I was full of that sad reality. It was more than I needed to say, since this was destined to be a one-time, fifteen minute relationship. I said it in part to keep the encounter from total superficiality. “Oh, I’ve been through that,” responded my new best f
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