In Our Own Lives.
I can list on one hand the overzealous welcomes I receive on simple errands to refill the milk, to replace my tattered black tank(top), or to catch the latest flick: Trader Joes Supermarket! American Apparel! The Local Movie Theater! The greeters make you feel as if their sole existence has culminated in the moment you arrived and all of a sudden the inconvenient milk replacement feels like a less epic lottery success. Enjoy!
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