While I waited to purchase a bag of crisps at this so-called convenience mart, I admired the palette of tan and cream sported by the young lady ahead of me in the queue. Once outdoors, I realized that the woman was my pal May. Indeed, we seem to bump into one another at locales around the country. Does she fear that I am stalking her? Or perhaps, I should dare to dream that she is stalking me! (It's marvelous how we old gents can somehow keep our foolish hopes young and spry even as the rest of us is sagging.)
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