the deli line at publix is no place to be on a bustling tuesday night. no place to be unless this guy is in front of you: a very dirty man, his t-shirt grey and grimey from wear, his skin reddened by the florida rays. dirty and smiling, and impeccably polite, he passes by my cart and extends a cordial, "excuse me miss." he makes his way to the
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