Just one after another of our long time tenants are disappearing. They never ask our permission or give us warning. One day we drive by and the tell tale signs of departure are apparent. In this case, no more neon sign, just the outline of the etched name remains and a solitary paper in the window, Retail Space For Lease.
No more marinated rotisserie chicken - remember how we used to divide the quarter pounder white deal with brocolli, Martta?
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