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Took a bus home. Sun blinded me to the west. Decided to walk into sun until it stopped. Met a friend and was spied by another
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Found a cafe. Cafe was crowded, jazz was hopping; it's Ahmad Jamal. Barista hums to music. Says they make anything. Asked why flat white. My reasoning was approved of.

Croissants are fresh. Jazz continues to pop #smallstories