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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

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orteil42

no animal protection laws will prevent me from repeating my cat’s weird meows in a mocking tone

cat the cookie clicker guy :D funny meme i do this too often yikes

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#cat #the cookie clicker guy :D #funny #meme #i do this too often yikes

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At my Stop & Shop the ladies at the deli counter / give us free slices of meat so we can talk about / how thin we want it. Everyone wants it thinner / but me. A woman asks for four slices shaved / ham. She can have anything she wants. I want / two pounds of turkey, sliced thick. I never / got the thin slice thing; it’s hard to pick up. It tears. / It takes the ladies longer to cut it up. Here’s what / I hate: inconveniencing ladies. One of the deli ladies / tells me the provolone piccante smells like feet and I / say Way to sell it! I make her coworker laugh, / which is all I want from a trip to the Stop & Shop. / She and I keep looking at each other, nodding as if / we are listening seriously while foot-taste cheese / lady makes her case; the foot taste is a good thing! / Then she wants to talk about not wearing socks / as a kid, getting in trouble with her mom. I love / them both. I am eating a free slice of turkey, thanking / them, telling another lady in the store I love the blue / and yellow grosgrain ribbon down her jeans’ seams, / telling another I love your boots. There are no men / in the store. Saturday afternoon; we stroll the aisles, / kind to each other. Some days Boston is just a bunch / of women calling out to each other I LOVE YOUR DRESS! / We eat free turkey, help each other find the sour cream. / The checkout girl’s name tag says Love. Love tells me / her mom called her love so much she just changed it. / I love it, love my Stop & Shop, her name, love / when people, strangers, call me love or lovie. At the gym / Christine says Hello, love until she learns my name; / a shame. At the deli counter, a woman dries her hands, / smiles at me, says and what can I get you, my love?

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