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  • A father looking at me with an almost warning in his eyes as his son clutches his back and sleeps in his arms. The two are waiting in a winding line for the Jamburritos food truck that is parked at the Phoenix Public Market downtown. I do not know this man, but there are a few things immediately clear to me. I’m sure of his affiliation for the Boston Red Sox and a love of tattoos although I don’t know what the one on his arm is referring to. What I am most clear about though is the love he has for this little boy on a Friday afternoon waiting for their lunch. I hope I haven't interrupted too much.
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