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To Steven Lupone, this little table was heaven to him now. He had no more corner office on the fourteenth floor, being asked to vacate it a year ago. Eight months after that, he lost the condo. No steady income meant foreclosure. His days of three hour lunches and European vacations had stopped. He now spent his life looking for anyplace with cheap java and free Wifi to connect with any dim hope of employment. This place was bright, pleasant and a short walk from his mini-van with the sleeping bag inside. A paradise with hot coffee for the discarded man.
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.