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I opened a charming neighborhood coffee shop. Then it destroyed my life.
By Michael Idov|Updated Wednesday, Oct. 19, 2011, at 4:38 PM ET
You know that charming little cafe on New York's Lower East Side that just closed after a mere six months in business—where coffee was served on silver trays with a glass of water and a little chocolate cookie? The one that, as you calmly and correctly observed, was doomed from its inception because it was too precious and too offbeat? The one you still kind of fell for, the way one falls for a tubercular maiden? Yeah, that one was mine.
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