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Replayed Deja Vu(Brother, can you spare a dime?)

His jacket was black, pants fresh pressed, hair slicked back and freshly gelled.  When this stranger walked into the shop, he looked at my husband, explained what part of Italy he was from, prepared the atmosphere for the slam dunk … Continue reading

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