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what you can't learn - by jaron - the way home

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There's a tall, lanky guy at the cash register. Charismatic. You can tell by the way he carries himself with a slight lean against the counter, oversized vintage tee, loose, 5-inch inseam shorts, tastefully contrasting forest green brimmed hat. The way his words effortlessly flow out of his mouth, enveloping the polite cashier with a sensuous cloak of carefully selected sentences that cascade into a smile.

There's a tall, lanky guy at the cash register. Charismatic. You can tell by the way he carries himself with a slight lean against the counter, oversized vintage tee, loose, 5-inch inseam shorts, tastefully contrasting forest green brimmed hat. The way his words effortlessly flow out of his mouth, enveloping the polite cashier with a sensuous cloak of carefully selected sentences that cascade into a smile. I envy that guy. I mean, I'm not terrible at carrying conversation myself. I ask the right questions at the right times. Nod and smile. Make an effort to vacuum up their words into my…

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