Dear Diary:

I was standing in the checkout line at Trader Joe’s, mindlessly looking at a bag of Belgian endive that someone had left in the organic hot cocoa bin and listening to the Smashing Pumpkins on my iPhone.

An older woman with close-cropped gray hair and a black Nikon camera hanging around her neck tapped my shoulder with great urgency, startling me. I took off my headphones.

“Can you hand me the blue card?” the woman asked, pointing to the rows of greeting cards lined up along the wall.

I reached toward a light blue birthday card, and then noticed that it was resting next to a dark blue condolence card.

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