VIP, friend of the owner, sipping coffee, watching her car.
I rent.
That is, I used to rent a seat on the red benches every morning for which I paid:
one or two coffees, and an occasional croissant that I shared with my svelte enormous Service Dog. As I am on a budget, so I forgo the other vices in the Bowery, and more, for my former love of the cafe’s…
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