Her job is just off the subway at 50th, next to a forgotten old deli. The sting of their vinegar chips so wonderfully complements her pastrami sandwich she can only chase it down with cold chocolate milk. Their newspapers aren’t from here; the headlines are tragedies from only distant lands.
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