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Got a text this morning from Alan. "We're opening late today my car is stuck in the garage!"
Sent back: "I thought Saturday was my last day?"
Yes, somehow he had assumed I was staying on for a while. But No. His brother had asked me to, and I said I would think about it, but I only said I'd be willing to work shifts here and there if they were desperate, and then the once-a-week eBay listings.
It feels good to be wanted. But it feels way better to not start the morning by driving to North Philly.
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