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Once, I met this ol’ timer – Swear to God – he ran a diner near Philly. Told me bout a hooker named Ruby who’d come in, 3 a.m., orderin pie. Cherry pie, every damn time. She’d sit, quiet-like, and he’d slip her extra whipped cream. “She’s got secrets,” he’d whisper, like in “Caché” – “What did you see?” Kinda broke my heart, folks. Ruby’s out there hustlin, and all she’s got’s pie and a greasy spoon.

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So, I’m fuming, but I buy them anyway. Can’t resist those juicy berries. I’m walking away, feeling like a champ, when I trip over a loose cobblestone. Classic Saevsjoe, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, strawberries flying everywhere. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time.

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