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By Curt Homan Submitted by Jon Date: 2002 Jun 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.20.19.33.13816]] |
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A second night that week they pushed their carts into opposite ends of the "Chips and Dips" aisle. As they neared, their prepared conversational gambits dissolved into mutual diffidence. He pretended interest in chips; she feigned absorption in dips. They passed in silence. Glancing over their shoulders, both thought hopelessly; Next week, "Vegtables." |