We got on at City Hall station. I got off at Cecil B. around 8pm on Wednesday. The break dancing family was talking to me but you and I kept exchanging glances.
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Juicer
Each morning, James would make juice for himself. After hearing an ad for the device during a podcast, he decided to buy it on a whim. He liked waking up and seeing its polished aluminium body waiting on the kitchen countertop. The device resembled an artillery shell or an oversized bullet.