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bag with only two things: white bread and a can of tuna. She stayed by the entrance, afraid to come in. —”Do you sell food here?” She asked. —”We don’t sell,” I said. “We serve.” —”I don’t have money.” —”That’s good, because we wouldn’t know where to ring you up.” She looked at me suspiciously. —”So then what?” I pointed to a chair. —”Then you sit.continue reading …
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