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  • I was alone sitting in the living room, doing something on my computer, when the door bell rang. I put aside what I was doing and got up to answer it. And there he was! a boy who must have been about 11 years old, standing on my doorstep. there was an awkward pause where we didn't say anything. So I invited him in to have a Pickle. Conveniently there was a new unopened jar sitting right there on the table.
    I crossed the room and handed him a fork...then opened the jar and fished out two pickles. We simultaneously proceeded to eat them in silence hearing only the crunching and chewing of the crisp, sour pickles between our teeth. Then he smiled and said he had to be going, I asked him to wait a moment as I ran to grab my camera. I took this photo, we both laughed and he left. That was all.
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