Trudy
All right now, Trudy, don't mess with me.
Hey, Trudy. Trudy. Run inside Howard
Johnson's, get Tina a chocolate soda, yourself fried clams. Don't
get wet.
There we were, laughing together, in the
pouring rain, and then the bag lady did the dearest thing-- she
offered me her umberella hat.
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