From Minneapolis: "Bus Stop: 24th and Nicollet; or Turns Out, I Look Pretty Suspicious," by Pearl Vork-Zambory

I’d gone to George’s directly after work, part of one of those “I need to see you” aspects of a true friendship; and now, the light about 30 minutes from failing, I am standing on the corner, ready to go home.

I take a good look around.

This is certainly a savory little area, I think.

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