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Music, My Dad, and Me
The old lightbulbs in the kitchen mixed with the chipped paint on the walls cast an orange glow. The smell of tomato sauce envelopes the room and the faint sound of bubbling water tickles
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Sounds of a New York Sunday
Hidden behind black gates and the food trucks lining Fifth Avenue, familiar faces and new ones passing through frequent the spot. It’s a Sunday. If I listen closely from the busy street, I can
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