The old guy in the grocery line looked about two coughing spells away from the Promised Land. Gnarled and unshaven, he mumbled to himself while the clerk totaled his bill.
He noticed me as he reached into his pocket for change, and accidentally pulled out a set of teeth.
“Hey,” he smiled, “remember me? I’m George, from biology class!” Suddenly, I did remember. Back in tenth grade, we dissected the same frog. Disgusting!
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