I Met The Man Upstairs

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    It Happened One Night

    When I was in my early twenties, I had the menial yet entertaining job of bussing lunch tables at a cozy little French restaurant on the main street of downtown Knoxville, Tennessee. The restaurant was called, of course, The Bistro. The street, which was affectionately named Gay...
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