I’m usually not much of a gift giver. I still have two hours before I have to meet up with Sally, so I figured I would go buy Phoebe a record. The name of the record is “Little Shirley Beans.” When I left the record store, I noticed a boy singing in the street. He was straying from his underprivileged parents that were staying on the sidewalk. This brightened my day which is sure to be dimmed after my date at the theatre with Sally.
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