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April 10, 2010

Alyssa: On Saturdays, I go to the dry cleaner to drop off my shirts, where Iím usually greeted by Alyssa, a tiny little thing with a wisp of blonde hair and librarian glasses, who makes up in curves what she lacks in height. She canít reach the shirt rack, so she climbs her five feet up onto a stool, putting herself on display Ė or perhaps on a pedestal†Ė†and I canít complain the view. Joy of joys when she canít find them, and so she lingers. Thank you Sweetie.† See you next week.