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February 10, 2017
It was a bitter Tuesday morning in March,…but Snakes & Lattes was warm and bustling.
The espresso machine hissed, and laughter rose up from a dozen tables.By lunchtime, the café, which seats around 120, would steadily fill up, and by six that night, every table would be occupied. At that point, the bustle in here would transform into a deafening tumult: a mix of belly laughs, defeated groans, surprised screams, triumphant shouts, and the click-clack of plastic and wood on cardboard…all set to the soundtrack of classic pop music, which wouldn’t peter out until well past midnight. - - - Pause! We Can Go Back!
Posted by gerardvanderleun at February 10, 2017 5:37 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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"...every table would be occupied..."
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Perfect environment for a 1 qt IED.
The walls will be shellacked in human detrius.
Posted by: ghostsniper at February 10, 2017 6:50 PM