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Where Isabelle met the little boy, who was her unborn son, Anjo. (White Apples)
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It was only nine o'clock but I didn't feel like going downtown. Then I remembered the Cafe Ritter is open late. It was only a five minute walk so I decided to go home. |
| "You know the Ritter: it's a big place with a real 1950s feel to it -- very smoky and full of shadows even in the middle of the day." |
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