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thrift store finds

Patricia has scored big at the thrift store. She found a virtually brand new trenchcoat and pumps which combined in value would cost close to $800 and she only paid $25. It was two rare finds you only succeed at after many visits but both of us having eagle eyes helped.

She only found out after getting home how much her stash was worth and texted me excitedly.

While we were there I met a young Mexican woman trying on shoes and we instantly hit it off. I also overlapped with a lady close to my mother's age who was very friendly and talkative and unfortunately had a heart condition that she ended up telling me about. She had sat down next to me while Patricia had been trying on shoes because she was out of breath.

At one point while searching the racks a woman smiled at me and said in French

"You are certainly a big girl"

I smiled back and told her it wasn't always my favorite thing to be and she responded that it is nice to be tall.

"There are more young people than ever who are tall" she added

After shopping Patricia and I went for a bite and talked for quite a while. I then dropped her off at the metro and she was on her way home.

Another nice outing I very much enjoyed.


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