carrying in seven
bags of groceries.
the wife holding
a baby in her arm.
it looks right out
of the oven.
oh my,
i say to them,
you have a baby now?
to which they say
in unison, yes.
it's a girl, we call her
Lilly.
oh. i say, carrying in
my groceries for one.
that's great.
i have a kid too, a son.
he lives in LA.
he's thirty two.
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