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So there’s this guy that comes into Jimmy Johns every single Tuesday with his wife. She would order a BLT he would get a #1 and every time they both would get a soda, and split a cookie. But recently, about two months ago, his wife died of cancer (she always wore a bandana on her head from her hair-loss from chemotherapy.) But still, every single Tuesday, he comes in and orders his #1, a BLT for her, two sodas, and a cookie that he breaks in half, and sits at the table that they always used to sit at. He eats his food and stares out the window most of the time, probably waiting for her to come back to their special spot.

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London: And thank you for taking care of me all these years.

Moseby: You are welcome. I’m so proud of you for graduating highschool. And so proud of the woman that you’ve become. Keep in touch, okay?

London: Don’t worry. I’ve got you on speed dial. I’ll call you if ever I have a problem.*London walks away and calls Moseby on her phone*

Moseby: Hello?

London: I have a problem. I’m gonna miss you.

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