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“Hey, Bron, is Chelsea in?”
"Yeah, she's in the back. Book
cataloging day." She chews gum and pops
it. I wonder what Chelsea would have to
say about that. "Chelsea," she yells. “Sin
is here.”
I settle at a table at the window,
which gives me a beautiful view of the
street. The buzz of the avenue, the
faraway chatter, and the life that pulses
in this town are all I need to soothe my
