IF YOU CAN DREAM IT, YOU CAN DO IT
RICK WAITED FOR Mrs. Torres to come in, his lips getting ready to form I’m Rick Rusek. Instead, a tall guy with ropy muscles entered from the side door. “Where do you want this load?” “Right up against this wall, please. I’ll get the furniture dolly from the shed,” Ms. Diamond said, disappearing out the same door. “You’re not Mrs. Torres,” Rick said. “Nope,” the guy said. “And I wouldn’t want to be.” “Are you a traffic engineer?” Rick asked. “Nope again. And I wouldn’t want to be that, either. I like being a delivery guy for the city.” Rick was at a loss. His mouth really wanted to start saying I’m Rick Rusek, and I think I can solve problems to someone, but this was not the right someone. Mila must have misunderstood. Ms. Diamond returned with a couple of speed limit signs under her arm and said to the delivery guy, “I put the dolly next to the tailgate. That’s one full truck. I’ll help unload, but would you first like to see some of the -- -
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