Every morning at eight fourteen, sharp, the little bells over the door of the café would tinkle a cheerful welcome. The man who had just pushed through the door would smile faintly up at them, the crows feet beside his eyes crinkling, before making his way leisurely over to the tiny table set beside the front window. He would lay his
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/Clueless about American Gods/
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/All too clueless
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But I am glad you liked it!
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