![]() ![]() ![]() “Your boyfriend had a good night last night,” Maria said as she restocked the orange bowl. The morning went the same as most weekdays: steady rush from about seven until nine, and then a bit of quiet before the customers Maria had dubbed the “yoga moms” started to trickle in. Getting up before five to be at work before six was ridiculous. He needed to find a job with a later start. He yawned as he took his key out and unlocked the door to the shop. Jesus, am I just going to think about Scott Hunter all the time now? No, longer, because he’d never seen Hunter play except on television. ![]() As Kip walked the two blocks from the train station to Straw+Berry, he thought about the last time he had been to an Admirals game. The Admirals were playing in New Jersey tonight, the paper said. Yeah, so nice that millionaire superstar had a good night. ![]()
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