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Thursday, May 23, 2013
6:01 pm, Wednesday, June 6, 2012 -- Every Saturday, behind Anthropologie, next to the dump, on a pocked grass field, they gather; faces masked by wide-brimmed hats, bodies swathed in uniforms of white.
A man twirls a crimson leather ball in his weathered hand, slowly rubs it on his wrinkled shirt, and steps back a few paces....
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