Dunkin’ Donuts: Dec, 11, 2012

Large French vanilla, a little milk, no sugar. A short, shriveled man talking on phone:
…home, by myself, alone same as Thanksgiving.
You fight all the time.
What kind of family is that?
I’ll eat at the diner,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Have Christmas your way.

He finished his coffee – gave me a smile.
Nice sweater, he said.

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