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Awkward

“Good morning sir, welcome to Dick’s Sporting Goods. How may I help you?” I asked politely, wearing my most genuine smile.

He looked up at me and ran a hand through his hair while he cleared his throat, “It’s ma’am.”

“Excuse me,” I said hastily, “of course it is.”

That was the first time I fell in love.

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