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It was a dreary November morning in New York; the rain was lashing down on the busy streets, cars bustling in long blocked up files. The line up inside was no different, customers standing in an Italian Deli towards downtown Manhattan, clutching onto their umbrellas, dripping water on to the clean, polished floor.
Bland magnolia paint clung on to the walls projecting an illusion of space where there was little. The floor tiled in white and black reflected its customers, all middle class with nothing to hide or prove. The atmosphere was sluggish as many yearned to sit down and enjoy a drink of coff
Editing Murder of Innocence
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