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Gentleman are not always gentle
“Well, you’re a big ol’ boy, aren’t ya, hon?” Mrs. Carr’s blond curls bounce lightly as her misty blue eyes peer upwards from behind the door chain. Plump red cheeks shift as she flashes a pearl smile. “Brought me some goodies?” “Uhhh,” I offer. I’m not great at talking to people, in general, or with friends even. It's why I signed up for Grocer-E-Run. Most times, all I gotta do is drop off a few bags, blast the AC, keep...
