i feel i must apologize to anyone i meet on the way to and from the teapot in the morning. it isn't that i'm sullen--my eyes just won't open.don't make me go to work, clyde. i'm tired. the kids are sleeping; if i get up they'll wake up, too. it's saturday.
only a few more minutes before i have to go.
brooklyn was never good enough for my parents. i guess that's how we ended up in milwaukee. a little farther west than they set their sights. be careful what you wish for.
i was a track star in high school. did you know that? our uniforms were blue and gold. i ran the five and the ten k. as a whole our team was lousy, but i was a star. me and eddie caruso, on the men's side, always stole the show. he was a sprinter. i wish i could run now. if i didn't have to get up so early.
those two kids who come into the coffee shop in the morning--they seem so much in love. i wonder if either of them works, or has to work. that makes a difference, you know.
that's a funny thought--parents paying for their kids to get by, so they can just be in love. that's a funny thought.
why do they put sticks in this tea? it just gets in the way of waking you up, doesn't it? but it tastes all right. now my eyes are almost open.
maybe today i'll...
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