the woman at the deli knows my name now, and she told me hers - vanessa. she’s 42, has a kid who goes to my school, does tattoos on the side when she can, and has hearing so damaged she doesn’t realize she’s always screaming when she talks to you.
“HOW YOU DOIN TODAY HON???” whenever I walk up to the counter. we yell back and forth about the weather bei…
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