Standing in line at the grocery store, there is an old man fumbling for change who Looks at me and apologizes. His unkempt beard and crippled fingers and strong smell notwithstanding , I put my arm around his shoulder and say, " I'm in no hurry". Sehow he mentions that he's a pagan and I concur. Withot remembering everything, I recall that science also figured into the conversation and so I reccommended the book that i'm reading, The End of Mr. Y. He said that he reads three books a week and said not only would he try to find it, he wanted my
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