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Meet Mr May

One could say that my early life's arena was linked to a street called Issaqueena. You see, it was on Issaqueena Street that I first met Mr. May, and I will always treasure that day. Meeting Mr. May really made my day because by teaching me to sell, he released me from my shell. I learned that I did not have to be Mr. May, but I did need to listen and learn what he had to say. Mr. May taught me that: To sell a shoe, There's more you have to do. It's a shoe store; nothing less; nothing more. Sometimes, you stand on the sidewalk and give a little smile and a little talk. Be aggressive and don't be shy if you want a customer to buy. There is more to selling a shoe than show and tell. You also have to really want to make the sale.

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Date: 12/9/2024 11:17:00 AM
I wonder if this is my friend from Mt. Vernon.
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