coffeehouse, 0735: residents come to caffeinate wearing sweatshirts that read “GE” encircled by St. Louis Lamp Plant – like relics, souvenirs of a place where in the same hour they might be parking their sedan in the lot if it weren’t guarded by chains barring entry.
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