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By sassy Date: 2006 Jan 28 Comment on this Work [[2006.01.28.18.16.11186]] |
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In the long line in front of us at WalMart on a crazy afternoon, a stooped and leathery old man taps his hunched and silvery bride on the arm. "Why'd you get the kind with raisins? You hate raisins." And she mutters "No I don't, I always get raisins." He shakes his head, "No, you get blueberries," and she says,"Oh, you're right." He takes the box with him one hand on his cane and goes to get the blueberries. She turns to us and laughs. "We've been married so long he knows me better than I know myself." We laugh, and she smiles. "It'll happen to you one day, too." |