Pie on the Floor
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As I stood up to get off at my station, the bottom of my shopping
bag tore. The twelve inch tart, its perfect concentric rings of
jumbo strawberries, tips standing straight up, slid down the
floor of the car as if on a sled.
A man sitting near the door deftly picked it up, produced a plastic
bag, carefully covered it and handed it to me all in one instant
just as the doors closed behind me.
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