The few remaining old buildings in the garment district are surrounded by glossy ice towers where clothes are only worn, not made. Very little life appears in those sleek cliffs. But as the evening blooms, so do the lights in this window. I don't know what is going on in there but it feels as familiar as the room that held Florence's world.
The Sunday Lou’s Drive-In Palate Cleanser - Week Number Ten: A Fish Filet
Sandwich And A Butterscotch Sundae
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*Okay, we’re up to double digits in our quest to eat the entire Lou’s
Drive-In menu. Let’s start week number ten right here and right now!*
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*The Lo...
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