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"Hey, how you doing?" John asked, pushing his cart out of the aisle. "It's been a long time. You look good."
She paused a moment, gave John a good look, then said, "Yeah, you too."
"You don't remember me, do you?"
"You look familiar."
John laughed. "I can't believe you don't recognize me. I've put on some weight, but have I changed that much?"
"Who do you think I am?"
"I know who you are. Susan, right?"
Becky laughed this time. "Nope. Wrong person. Now I don't feel so awkward about not recognizing you."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Nope. I'm Becky. Always have been."
"Well, my mistake. John," he said, putting out his hand.
Becky looked at his hand a moment then shook it.
"Thought you may have recognized my hand, the way you hesitated."
"Oddly enough, your hands do look familiar."
"Really?"
"You a pianist?"
"Hardly. I'm a carpenter. Can't believe you mistook my hands for a pianist."
"They look well-groomed."
"You did give them a good look. Let me see your hand again. Maybe I can guess what you do."
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