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Dear Seventy Year Old Man > 2008-03-26 Dear Seventy Year Old Man. You are a regular customer of mine, and so I am obliged to show you the utmost respect. My job is to laugh at your jokes, be pleasant about your obscenities, and sell you bread. Though the flirting and winking and inappropriate suggestions were cute at first, after seven steady months of endurance I want nothing more than to grab that disgusting head of yours and twist it clean off your neck. Please, for the sake of your unmarried thirty year old daughter and two grandsons named Joshua and Michael (why do you tell me these things?),
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