Dishsoap Quarterly:

My blue-collar husband hates this side of town because he thinks hipsters are contagious and he’s afraid he’ll spontaneously grow a moustache proselytizing to strangers about mung-bean milk and old-growth forests—but I lived here once, in a basement suite with ceilings so low I had to crouch in the bathtub to wash my hair—but it was worth it for the Ethiopian restaurant on the corner and spoken word open mic nights at the Laughing Oyster Book Shoppe.

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