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A "Cents" of Loneliness

“I’m not satisfied with the orange I just bought.”

Steve yawned and looked blankly at the old lady.

“Sorry?”

“You should be. It wasn’t good at all, I want my money back.”

Steve glanced at the long line.

“Do you have your receipt?”

She handed him a piece of paper over the desk.

“The produce here just isn’t good at all.”

Oranges @ .69/lb……………………………………………$00.31

“Do you have the orange?”

“No, I ate it. It wasn’t good at all.”

Steve sighed as he opened the register and counted out the change.

“Here you go Ms. Phillips. Have a nice day, see you again tomorrow.”

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