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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Joe, in some alley, all nervous-like. “In the mood,” I whisper, tryna be smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly—say, “Old man, you’re a trip!” And I’d be happy—shoot, just talkin’ to her, hearin’ her story. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just tired—dunno, but I’d listen. Surprised me once, hearin’ one gal say she loved jazz—Coltrane, man! Who’d’a thunk?

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Finally, I get on the train, and it’s packed. I’m squished between this old lady and a kid with a toy that squeaks. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but the kid keeps bumpin’ into me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a lumberjack, not a punching bag!” But the old lady just smiles at me. She’s sweet, but I’m still annoyed.

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