We walked out of Wegmans at the same time around noon on Easter Sunday. You were riding on the back of your shopping cart. Our gray trucks were parked near each other. We made eyes and smiled and waved. I was the blonde girl with the green backwards hat and Patagonia fleece. You turned left out of the parking lot and I turned right. I’ll know you by the tattoos on your forearms.
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