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I passed him in the produce isle on his face - the faintest smile not too bright but slightly sly as very gently he cradled a pie I couldn't see what kind of pie as quickly we passed each other by I sensed he wanted to hurry away with plans for his pie that very day
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
Holiday Magic
I passed him in the produce isle on his face - the faintest smile not too bright but slightly sly as very gently he cradled a pie I couldn't see what kind of pie as quickly we passed each other by I sensed he wanted to hurry away with plans for his pie that very day
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
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