The final stop

Undeclared

I like the anonymity of city living, the feeling that I could stay holed up in my apartment or walk six miles throughout the city.
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‘Black or pinto?’

I am now next in line and my heart is in my mouth. In the last 10 minutes I have scrutinized the menu multiple times, and I am still in doubt. My previous three meals have been in mid-air and the nearly 30-hour excursion from Delhi to Berkeley has left
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