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... an Francisco, Mission Street.
Freelance reporter Trale carried his bag as he entered a coffee shop and waved to the owner. "The usual, please."
The owner quickly prepared his coffee.
Trale found a corner seat, pulled out a thick briefcase, and set it on the table.
Just as his coffee arrived, someone entered and spotted Trale. It was Dudek, the editor-in-chief for the social and current affairs section of the San Francisco Chronicle. He walked straight over and sat ...
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