I made a delivery tonight to a man named Bob who comes to the liquor store often (I work at the Cellar next to the ACME whenever I'm not in class); he's a very sweet man who sadly has cancer, and from what I can gather his treatments are not going well. That seems to be the way of things lately: Bailey, Meg's dad, Bob, Trixy (the dog at work who
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So glad you're happy - or as happy as you can be, considering. You deserve happy.
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