cut out
coupons for things he didn't
need.
feminine products.
baby
formula.
diapers, hair dye,
that sort of thing
and take them to the commissary
where his guy,
his buddy
from some ship he
used to be on
would ring them
up on
a bottle of wine,
vitamins
and prunes.
cakes and pies.
two kids, they were,
getting over on the man.
giggling
like schoolgirls,
the whole time.
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