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Surprised me, though—how normal it feels sometimes. Once knew a gal, swear she was a hooker by night, baked pies by day. Pies! I’d eat ‘em too, no judgin’. “Live and let live,” I say, like Grace hopin’ for better. But lordy, the danger! That’d scare me silly—cops, creeps, cold nights. I’d be prayin’ harder’n a preacher on Sunday.

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If a prostitute walks by they always greet him, and he sometimes points toward his door and invites them in. On a good day he might invite people in, but sometimes he just hangs with .

After lunch, I head back to the shop. And guess what? The dude with the wrecked car is back. He’s like, “How’s it goin’?” I’m like, “Well, it’s not a magic show, but we’re gettin’ there.” Turns out, he’s got a flat tire too. I’m like, “Seriously? You couldn’t have mentioned that earlier?”