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Post Office Waiting Room

I entered Danforth earlier than expected at 5:10 a.m. In the darkness, I could make out a patriotic jumbotron. Stars and stripes were waving hysterically during an otherwise quiet moment, welcoming my arrival. Next to it was a wooden sign pointing me to Danforth's Antique Divas, the only other sign of business outisde of the post office. I was surprised to find the door unlocked--an incredibly warm resting spot.

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