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resolving to see Kei's again
the next morning. I was tired and sore from the unaccustomed acrobatics of the
afternoon, but I felt more alive than I had in years. I began to sing:
"I don' want a pickle,
Just wanna ride on my motorsikkle;
And I don' wanna die--
Just wanna ride on my motorcy...
Cull."
I felt a little silly and thought about what I would say to Inge when I visited
her the next morning.
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I was waiting at the front door of the shop the next morning when it opened.
An old man with wispy hair, wearing a greasy jersey unlocked the door and
turned the sign around to OPEN.
I opened the door and walked in, my eyes searching for Inge. The old man
raised his eyebrows at me from behind the counter.
"Something I can do for you?"
"I was wondering where Inge was," I said.
"Who?"
"You know, Inge...she works here." I was beginning to feel lost and foolish.
"Ain't nobody here but me 'n' the missus," he said, jerking a thumb back to
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