Amagical Urbanism(s)
Sunday "morning" at the liquor store. The clerk is young, mid-twenties. He assesses the assemblage of sketch-bags and winos perusing the freshly-swept aisles with a cool disdain. They form lines to pay for their afternoon libations. He greets each with a withering remark. He knows who comes to a liquor store at noon on Sunday, who counts dimes to
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