Walking down the street and an old hippie slows her car, leans out her window. “Do you need a ride?”<\/p>\n
“No, thanks, I’m all right.”<\/p>\n
She looks puzzled, pushes her long white hair out of her face. “Honey,” she says. “You’re about to deliver.”<\/p>\n
“I think I’ve got a few more days,” I try to assure her. “But thanks–“<\/p>\n
She shakes her head. “You’re going to get varicose veins if you keep walking like that!” And then she shrugs, sort of half-waves, and speeds off.<\/p>\n
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