When I go up to the register to pay for our gas, I notice the attendant is staring out the window at Myra, checking her out. There’s really no reason for this to annoy me, but it does anyway. She’s leaning over the hood washing the bugs off the windshield, smiling to herself. Part of me thinks she knows the attendant is watching her and that just
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