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“You lived in Utah?”
The fear that was previously plaguing Joe’s gut is swept away, and instantly replaced with a longing for familiarity. Truthfully, the man before him doesn’t strike him as someone who probably spent much time in Utah---not that he’s judging, he never means to judge... Just that, there is a certain demeanor, and he doesn’t exactly recognize it in this guy’s face.
“My name’s Joe, how d’you do?” and he extends his hand, with a big grin. “Where in Utah did you live?”
Then, a different familiarity strikes.
“Say, don’t you do the news?”
















