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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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I help him pick up the apples, and he’s all flustered. “Thanks, man! I’m such a klutz!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Tavarede. We’ve all been there.” We share a laugh, and just like that, my mood lifts.