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The Eternal Values
A Story
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“Harry, a bottle of milk an’ a quart of sour cream.”
“A whitefish, Harry. But fresh.”
“A couple of rolls, an’ a cream-cheese, an’ a . … .an a. . . .”
“All right, all right. Just a minute. I’ve only got two hands.”
The women, browsing among the cans of soup and fruit-juice, began to talk about Harry.
“He’s not feeling so good today.”
“Something is on his mind.”
“All dressed up, isn’t he?”
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