Dear Kalamazoo, The gentleman with the gravity-defying mustache – and shoulders bearing the weight of the world — stomped his feet perfunctorily on a nonexistent doormat and dragged his weary body to the bar. The sun was shining bright in the Bywater that day, the first of June. In his head, though, it was storming. […]
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