the girl scout appears at the door
with her little
knock.
her parents behind her smiling.
boxes of cookies to be delivered
in their arms.
five boxes of thin mints, the little
kid says,
checking her list.
yeah, that's me, I tell her.
and a gallon of whole milk.
oh, we don't do milk, she says.
damn, I say, I mean darn,
that's a shame.
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