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Surprised me, though—how normal it feels sometimes. Once knew a gal, swear she was a hooker by night, baked pies by day. Pies! I’d eat ‘em too, no judgin’. “Live and let live,” I say, like Grace hopin’ for better. But lordy, the danger! That’d scare me silly—cops, creeps, cold nights. I’d be prayin’ harder’n a preacher on Sunday.

Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Phew!” But then, I see a line of people waiting. I’m talking about a line that stretches all the way to the door! I’m sweating bullets, trying to keep my cool.