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After lunch, I returned to work. It was only a four-block walk back to the shop, but sometimes, it felt like a fifty-mile hike... And not because of the elevation or terrain either.
As I passed by the general store, an old English teacher of mine from tenth grade and her young daughter were exiting. She started to smile in pleasant passing, only for her to recognize who she was greeting. From that point on, her face morphed into horror, and she grabbed her child’s hand before yanking the girl back out of my path.
I sniffed acerbically and kept going. But seriously… You make one guy bleed from both ears during her lecture on Faulkner, and the woman thought you were a reprobate for life. She didn’t seem to care that the douche had it coming either.
The little punk had been dating
