Last Thursday, a week ago tomorrow, I walked briskly through the sliding doors of the pet store that accommodated the grooming salon in which I worked. My head was adorned with the fluffy white base of a silky red hat, a white pouf of the same material as its base trim dangling over my shoulder, along with my two-to-three-sizes-too-large smock--the
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I haven't in a while so it feels strange. . .
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(In order to achieve the proper effect, the preceding line must not be read above a whisper.)
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