Author’s pictures were on the east wall of the little indie coffee shop. Theo recognized John Irving, Dickens, a woman he thought might be Sylvia Plath, he wasn’t sure.
It was his third time in the place because it was closest to his new apartment.
Guy in the corner was playing Dylan, just like he had been the first two times Theo came in.
The guy’s grey b…
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