The guy at the lumber yard knows me. We say "HI" to each other. I always say "Hi, Paul!" and he says "Hi, Sara!" and we smile and wave. The last time I was there I thought he said, "Hi, Beth!" I kinda hesitated. Maybe I heard him wrong. Its a noisy lumber yard, after all. So I waved and smiled. I went wood shopping today and saw him in the distance. I said, "Hi, Paul!" and he replied, "Hi, Beth!" Ugh. Its too late to correct him now. I am Beth.
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