August 2012
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The guy at the laundromat first thought my name was Emma, and I thought his name was Victor, but my name is Edith and his name is Vincent, and now every time I go there, we joke about this. “Edith?” “VINCENT?” and it’s nice. Tonight he told me I was one of his favorite customers, and so everything is great. Also yesterday someone thought my name was Ethel, although...
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