I sat at an outdoor table in front of a generic Irish pub. It was noon on a Wednesday and already 90 degrees. I drank a pint of flat craft beer and started writing a letter to someone who would never write back. But something unfolding 20 feet away interrupted the writing.
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I sat at an outdoor table in front of a generic Irish pub. It was noon on a Wednesday and already 90 degrees. I drank a pint of flat craft beer and started writing a letter to someone who would never write back. But something unfolding 20 feet away interrupted the writing.