So I’m standing at the counter saying good-bye to my friends Mary and Primo. It is the last day of the season, and I’m making my final purchase at their general store, which won’t reopen until spring. I look at the man next to me, and it takes only a half second for me to realize that it is Jim Belushi.
I can feel my heart race, my head pound, and beads of sweat gathering like dark purple clouds before a summer storm. This is ridiculous. I don’t even know Jim Belushi. I can’t even name one movie he’s
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