of my table, and stuck one finger up in the air, letting me know he’d stop by in a minute.
i returned to my table and looked at the pink shirts in their neatly folded stacks. i had spent half an hour sorting sizes and folding them carefully to set out in a nice display. i smiled and said hello to the people walking past, and then i saw him standing in line to buy something else. i can’t remember what it is now. a pudding cup? a bottle of water? we made eye contact as he waited to pay again and made an effort to give each other a half-smile.
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