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Could I Borrow a Cup of Sugar

At first it was sugar Could I spare a cup? Don’t be silly, I replied. Being new, I did not understand It was not going to be just a one-time thing. I sent her home with an unopened ten pound bag. She would replace it on Tuesday. That was ten years ago, I never found out which Tuesday. Last week she came over to borrow my car. I felt like a hard ass, but I said “no”. She banged it up the last three times, and I already gave her my husband.

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