| At the end of Hanover Street Crumbs on the table. Crusty bread breaks apart, ripped leaving crispy brown remnants spread across the white table cloth, thick, starched, cotton. The waitresses, tall and bronze in the soft light (a flickering of table-placed candles), white collared shirts popping open across ample breasts pert with youth, buttons strained, and black pants accentuating round fullness, white aprons pulled tight, dim shadows hiding bright eyes, and a practiced sway of hips. Cappuccino, cinnamon dusted foam, draws bitterness inward, hot on the tongue. |
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