He undresses the paper from the glossy advertisements like a familiar lover.
Patient yet intrigued, one can tell this is a well-rehearsed, much anticipated dance, as he slides of the protective plastic guarder.
It’s a weekend edition type ritual that you can tell he spends his week longing for.
He is of a dying breed; actual paper buyers.
A young homeless man approaches his table, unable to remove his eyes from something beneath the fold.
Though he has yet to touch this page the older man hands over the story as if it were the first dolor of an investment
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