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I went looking for writers at coffee houses in my neighborhood one morning. First I stopped at Doma.
The two girls by the window looked friendly so I asked if they were writers, but they laughed and said no. (The other shadowy figures didn't respond but I know they heard me.) |
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They weren't at Ametller. It was empty and the girl working there said she wasn't sure if writers went there or not. |
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So I walked . . . |

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Doma
on Waverly and Perry Street |



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Ametller
on Waverly and Christopher Street |
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Jack’s on 10th Street |
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past Waverly and Waverly . . . |




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. . . it was packed! |
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The man watching me take his picture told me not to worry about it. |
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The man on the left said a writer had just left. . . . |

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around the corner . . . |