A youngish woman in a sedan tried to slip me a box of chocolates. An older woman in a Mercedes aggressively shook a bag of cookies in my face, as though the Ziploc was weaponized. One afternoon, a man in a pickup truck tried to hand me a Vitamin Water. The bottle was half empty. I figured he wanted me to throw it away. “Sorry, I just wanted to give you …
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