The Delray Dogs sign was lit up.
Bill Casey was told they were still open, the guy he spoke to wasn’t sure if they were still twenty-four hours.
“The neighborhood changed,” the guy had said and Bill laughed the way people do when they don’t want to say “no shit.”
He parked in front of some townhouses. The architect had made an effort-more of a token gestur…
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