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At the Storefront

I eyed widely things I couldn’t buy. “Nice!” and “New!” nosed, but no. Posted: MISSING PEOPLE. People-missing. Below something, behind peepholes. I would too. I have to. I have two. I know. Flipped sign. Closing time. “Goodbye.” “Have a good one.” “I’ll try.” Support South Side Weekly by donating today.