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Mary nodded and pushed past. "Thanks." At the car, she lifted the groceries from the cart and into the back seat. Nice-looking fella, she thought, but not worth the trouble. She had things to do. Inside the store, Jake jotted down the email address on the Help Wanted ad. Now there was a job that could earn him some easy spending money. He dumped the groceries into the bed of his new Ford pick-up, a retirement present to himself. Perhaps, he would head out to the Lyric for a Friday fish dinner. Afterward, he would boot up the computer and respond to that email. |