"It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road." ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 1
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mean streets
blue-blooded bluebottle coffee stirs it up in an alley where homeless meets the uppercrust- soma style-as a caffeine addict i salute them enjoying a guilt filled cup while gazing at the elderly wheelchair bound sidewalk denizens of the area
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