The Man of Goodwill

He offered far more than I ever imagined

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EEver since Ellie and I divorced last year, I spend Saturday mornings at Goodwill. I could afford most everything in there and I liked used stuff. I never bought new shoes. No need to. Used ones fit better, cost less, and forced styles I wouldn’t have otherwise chosen. All the furniture in my apartment came from there too, but I hadn’t found a good dresser until…




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