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The Luncheonette

  The old man shuffled in the doorway of a Brooklyn¬†luncheonette¬†on a bright Autumn Saturday morning. The door was open. He breathed the air before going in. Fresh air mixed with restaurant smells. The waitress behind the soda counter, in … Continue reading

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