I met up with an old friend from high school last night. He hadn’t been to Brookline in a decade, so we met at the Booksmith. We had planned to stroll around Coolidge Corner a bit, but moments after we met a storm kicked up, so we ducked into the wacky sushi place with monkey benches and tucked ourselves into one the booths with rice paper doors.
We talk…
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