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me a public filing today,” I said, sitting on the wooden stool near the counter. “There is a request for a zoning variance on our street.”

Julian did not turn around, his hand remaining on the handle of the kettle.

“Oak Street is changing, Mother,” he said, his voice flat. “The town is expanding, and we have to adapt.”

“A developer is trying to buy up continue reading …