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May comes in now and then looking
for this guy in a big brown beatup hat and baggy trousers. I
guess he's her old man. "Tell him to not forget the business,"
she says. "Tell him that May said so," she says. "Tell
him that."
What can I do but nod and grin and
let the crazy bird go on about him? That's about it.
OR
May I pretend for a moment that this
is a quiet bookshop and you are the shy but knowledgeable bookseller?
I'm trying to remember that old Roman history - what was it?
oh, Tacitus. Oh, yes.
OR
May the wisdom of Spring fall down
around you heads like the tiny pink petals of our - what is it?
- crabapple tree.
OR
May I please come over and take a
shower at your place?
OR
May you please become the sun, the
moon and the stars for us tonight?
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