| Corner Store (conclusion) |
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| Across the street from the butcher shop is the entrance to the alley shortcut I take most days on the way to work. On this particular day, a fellow had faucets for sale. I'd never seen him before and have never seen him since. The young lady at the food stand, on the other hand, is there every morning making something that looks like a crepe. It must be good, because she has a steady clientele. I wish I could trust street food, but I don't. |
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| I'm sure my paranoia has caused me to miss a lot, but I also have not had any stomach problems. | ||||||||
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