on most days, i buy a croissant.
when you become a regular at certain places, the people learn to know you.
there is a flaming redheaded girl (or purpleheaded, depending on the color of the dye that changes with the color of her mood) and a lightly carrotheaded boy.
they are both lovely to talk to in the mornings.
one day, the boy said to me, "i saw you walking by this morning, and you were carrying boxes. if i were that guy i would have carried them for you."
sigh. just like soup on a cold day.
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