Every time I walk by your shopping cart gang, one of you has to say something to me. You know I where I live because I've looked back and seen you all staring at me when I'm at my front door. Somehow it does feel kind of nice to hear a grumbled "well hello there, young man...looking good today as always." So, thanks?
Chicago, IL
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