I stared guiltily at my employee counterparts as we drove past, plodding their way across the vast parking lot the way I normally did. Had no one thought of employee shuttles? K. led Trixie gently by the arm. “You see, it’s Christmas. And you’re a grown-up. That means, even if you’re happy, you’re blue. It’s nostalgic.” “So, even if I were still with Mike, I’d be miserable?” “Precisely.” Trixie took K.‘s arm, and they trotted together down the lane toward tandem holiday budget destruction. That is, after we squeezed past a line that stretched into the parking lot. Apparently, ‘Mail-It-2’ was doing a brisk business. As I reached the kiosk, I saw Buddy’s forehead slick with sweat, as he hefted package after package across the counter. I wondered if he wasn’t a little too long in the tooth for that. I looked around for Myron but didn’t see him.
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