Sweet old man in a tweed cap soft shoes, soft brown skin, says, Do you need a cab? Yes I say and my heart is laughing; this is how I get sometimes. You look like my second grade teacher Mrs. Richmond, I always loved Mrs. Richmond, he says. He ushers me to a silver Lexus. […]
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