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day, Oliver knocked on the door of The Decent Soup House right as we were serving vegetable soup. He walked in without saying hello. He wore a white shirt, a pen in his pocket, and carried a clipboard under his arm. He looked at the tables, the Tupperware, the pots, at Tessa serving water, at Alice slicing lemons, at Liam doing homework in a corner,continue reading …
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