Trader
I was there for cheap champagne to pop open when Trump was indicted, she was there buying food for a funeral.
I ran into one of my high school English teachers at Trader Joe’s the other day. Beth. She came over and hugged me and kissed me on the cheeks a bunch of times. I’d been standing in front of a new baking product trying to decide if it would be good or terrible and it took me a moment to register what was happening. I see her on Facebook all the time, an…
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