Select the correct revision for the highlighted portion of the text. Joe's is my home away from home. The sign outside is hardly eye-catching and the restaurant always appears to be dimly lit, but one can't help noticing the large smiley face decal affixed to the front door that reads "Keep Smiling!" The sandwiches certainly make me smile, but I can't say they do the same for Joe himself. His constant ugly expression confirms, the care that he takes with his meats, breads, and cheeses. So, too, does his quirky restaurant. The counters are dented and scratched from years of knife abuse. The old refrigerator case clicks and whines constantly. As I savor my sandwich, my gaze always drifts toward the caulk along the window panes, once white, which is slowly deteriorating with the rest of the place. In fact, I've often thought to offer Joe my painting services in exchange for some sustenance. The food is, after all, the only charm this little place needs. A lot of people pay daily visits to the sandwich shop. I know much of their faces by now, but I could more easily recall their tastes in sandwiches. Older people like the classics-chicken salad, corned beef, and the like. Kids come in after school for grilled cheeses or Joe's tuna salad. Back home, as I reminisce, I picture all these people with their favorite meals. Perhaps it's the familiarity that makes Joe's my favorite sandwich shop. I know that I can come in whenever I please, and someone would look away from a savory sandwich and offer a friendly hello. It's nice to know that Joe's Lunch Bucket, and its neighborly ambience are just a short walk away. Group of answer choices No Change When I am back home and reminiscing on this place, I picture all of these people with their favorite meals. Back home, I picture all these people with the favorite meals when I reminisce. Reminiscing back home makes me picture all these people with their favorite meals.