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...wormhole places like this in the city. After a while, we walked in the sudden warm rain to the Twilight Exit, which hadn't yet relocated. A man in a sequin vest and matching red pants appeared to be conducting business, the back porch was an emphesema factory, and the latchhook raccoon tapestry appeared to be missing. It turns out that Sunday is their last night; so we made it over just in time.

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