A couple of weeks ago I was standing in line at Popolo Gelateria on King Street. As is often the case, there was a line out the door. The tall man three ahead of me was making his way through his ordering process (each of us chooses gelato differently…), and was sampling a number of...
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.