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I trudged down the mostly empty street, paying little to no attention to the people passing me by. Sweat trickled down my neck and under my thin white undershirt. I should have forgone the leather jacket this morning, but it was always a thousand shades cooler where I was headed. I'd need the extra layers then.
Turning down the alley mostly hidden to the usual pedestrian window shoppers, I made my way to the third door on the right. I rolled my eyes at today’s quote that was a daily feature on the chalkboard sign hung from the large brass central knob.
“Everything is funny as long as it happens to somebody else.”
