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The Fleur de Sel Diaries
 

Diary entry #2.98
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Jostling around in my black hole today, when I came upon an old man. He was sitting in a coffee shop in Tribeca.  And just as I was walking by him on my way out, I caught him out of the corner of my eye.

There it was, a sweet squarish salt shaker with a steady stream of salt pouring straight into his cup of steaming very black espresso.  I started to do a double take but then I caught myself.  I knew that he knew and he knew likewise.

 


 
 

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