The old café

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On the corner of my street there was a café that had been there for forty years. The owner knew everyone's order. The tables were small and the coffee was strong. Last year it closed, and now there is a phone shop in its place. I still miss the sound of the door and the smell of toast in the morning. The new shop is useful, but the street feels colder without it.

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