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The Starbucks Neighbor

I made my way through the large glass doors that marked the entrance to our hotel on Fisherman’s Wharf, and had to pause. The crisp early morning air rushed to embrace me like a long-lost friend. Shrouded in a dense fog, its touch awoke my senses. I felt exhilarated. My eyes traveled longingly across the…

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