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Marlon Monroe was shoehorned onto a bench between a wedge-shaped man with bruises that ringed his eyes like coffee stains and a pregnant woman who reeked of booze. No free seats left in the cramped waiting room. Coughs and splutters, walking aides and neck braces. Latino, Chicano, Salvadorian, Guatemalan. Marlon, the only latte....
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