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North Town had a way of keeping people around longer than they intended.
Maybe it was the cheap rent. Maybe it was the drugs.
Maybe it was the fact that once people started making bad decisions here, the town seemed determined to provide opportunities for even worse ones.
Whatever the reason, I found myself stopping for coffee before heading back toward Middle Town.
The café sat on a corner across from a laundromat and a pawn shop, which felt about right for North Town. Half the customers looked exhausted. The other half looked hungover.
I was halfway through my coffee when a familiar face caught my eye through the front window.
For a second I thought I was mistaken.
Then the guy laughed at something the woman across from him said and turned his head just enough for me to see
