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The Supertramp
“Excuse me? Can I ask you? Sorry, I know it’s random, on a Wednesday morning, outside of a Whole Foods, in Stokey, but do you by any chance like pasta?” Perplexed, with a wry frown, the morning commuter’s pace would slow down, just enough time for them to eventually respond with a suspicious “yes”, then quickly, “Why?” For some reason, the why packs a serious gut-wrenching punch. A heavy-laden tone of curiosity a sniffer dog could only understand would set the discomfort of the usual unfolding scene.
