I miss my friends at the Prairie Village Grocery Store. I think about them a lot. The check out lady, the woman behind me and the old man behind her. We had fun that day. They seemed interested in me, which is endearing. I made them laugh, they told me stories about when they traveled to NYC. We related. I tell my friends in NYC the story about how we met. I wonder if they tell their friends about me?
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