Ann Crotty Writer-at-large

A customer at my local coffee haunt looked up from his cup, glanced nonchalantly towards the piercing sound of a siren, shrugged and returned to whatever he had been concentrating on.

The rest of us didn’t even bother to glance in the direction of the sudden, loud, irritating noise.

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