At the local supermarket I buy bread from a specialized counter outside the main area. There are a number of different women who sell bread. One of the younger women I particularly like, is rake thin and tall. She has black hair in a bob. I think I have seen the hint of tattoos on her arms. She has the easy attitude of someone in a stable, if perhaps unfulfilling, relationship. She sells me bread, and deals with my poor German in a away that makes me think of antidepressants. It is nice to be smiled at.
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