My Quiet Corner of the Café — A Place of Refuge and Routine, Until Interrupted by the Sharp Voice of a Man in an Expensive Suit: “This isn’t a charity ward, kid”.

“I thought that’s what we were part of,” I said quietly.

She hesitated, then leaned forward slightly. “How about we find a compromise?”

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