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I’m tired. It’s been eight hours of serving overpriced steaks to a bunch tourists who are dumbstruck by the beauty in front of them. The summertime in this part of town smells of synthetic foods: cotton candy, candied apples, kettle corn, that type of thing. The bright neon signs light up every corner of the strip. They put a warm focus on each

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[digitalkath]

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