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In the evening, the old men who run the Yemeni bodega stand outside in skullcaps, beards and snow-white robes, talking quietly to each other in Arabic.
On days off, their teenage sons stand in the same spot wearing snap backs and pony tails, chatting with the girls who’ve stopped by for popsicles and shy smiles.
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