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"Tre espressi," Roberto tells the thin, dashing barrista, dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt and black pants. The man quickly whips up three espressos in succession, sliding them onto the countertop in tiny white cups. Roberto downs his in one swallow, Italian-style. David and I follow suit.

"There," says Roberto. "Now I feel better."

 

 

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