no, I’ve never been
and I can’t afford to dream
pretty picture, though
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“Mr. Sanders!” you shout, banging on the door. “Mr. Sanders I’ve got lunch!” You hold up the bag to face height in front of the door as if the door itself is going to pass on the message that yes, you do in fact have lunch. A plastic bag with some cheap Chinese from around the corner. You bang on the door some more. Usually Tuesday night is Chinese, you watch Jeopardy with the old man and eat on his 1950’s style TV dinner trays. Not last night though, you had a date.
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