AGREEMENT The cabdriver walking home from his shift said, "How ya doin?" as I pulled the newspaper out of the coinbox. Pretty good, I said, but it could be a little warmer. Don't want to wish too hard, though, or it will turn a hundred on us. "That's what we're like, isn't it?" he replied. "Nothing makes us happy." We laughed in agreement. It was funny to both of us that nothing makes us happy.
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