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The display windows of clothing stores showing striped polo mannequins hiking in mountain scene and metal rim café tables with checkered floors for their metallic picnic. All the shows of life and material fantasies would play out in each storefront all seeming to be close and about to take shape in our hands, the shirt curved with the mannequin’s hip. That was my Colfax Avenue in its parlor boutiques with always a glimpse into people as we ducked classes.
[what a joke]
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