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I work as a bagboy at a local grocery, and today, a woman Mid-sixties Stained white blouse Offered to pray for me as thanks for my service. I, Godless, simply replied, No thank you, I can handle that myself. Later I was marching around the parking lot, hunting for carts Like a mother for missing children when I spotted An elderly couple. Their hands joined As they shuffled into the mouth of the store. I was still outside when They left, and noticed then that they held hands only at the palm, fingers Resting clumsily upon each other. The both of them, I now noticed, Smiling. Suddenly I wished I could Will myself back an hour And tell the lady with the stained white blouse, Pray that arthritis is cured.
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Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 4:36 AM UTC
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I work as a bagboy at a local grocery, and today, a woman Mid-sixties Stained white blouse Offered to pray for me as thanks for my service. I, Godless, simply replied, No thank you, I can handle that myself. Later I was marching around the parking lot, hunting for carts Like a mother for missing children when I spotted An elderly couple. Their hands joined As they shuffled into the mouth of the store. I was still outside when They left, and noticed then that they held hands only at the palm, fingers Resting clumsily upon each other. The both of them, I now noticed, Smiling. Suddenly I wished I could Will myself back an hour And tell the lady with the stained white blouse, Pray that arthritis is cured.
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Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 4:36 AM UTC
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