Last week, I was walking down Farm Lane, as tends to happen when you have a painful walk to far South Campus for a class. I was minding my own business, blasting my tunes, and generally feeling okay about the state of humanity.
And then I saw it.
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A white, gleaming table with a large sign in front, containing some of the purest examples of Farm Lane Guys I’ve ever seen.