Gross Misinterpretation Of The Real ThingSarah Bartlett
I was pushing my cart through the checkout line when a tall girl in cowboy boots approached. She looked famous so I said: Great show last night. She smiled, and I held out my receipt. She asked me how to spell lonely, and signed her name across my dry goods.
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