Well, folks, it finally happened. After years of mindin’ my own business, I caught a case of the heart flutters right there in the produce aisle at LeBlanc’s.I wasn’t expectin’ it — one minute I was inspectin’ a cantaloupe for bruises, the next I was mesmerized by a woman hummin’ “Islands in the Stream” while squeezin’ avocados like she was testin’ for gold.N...
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