"Excuse me, I'm looking for dates.""Aren't we all?" came a reply in a distinctly female voice.I looked around. The person to who I'd asked was, or so I thought, a boy, maybe in high school, working his first job, sneakers, jeans, a baggy t-shirt under his apron, a ball cap, restocking the onions. But there was no one else around."I'm sorry?"He turned around -- rather, she turned around -- to look at me. Glancing d
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