The Athenians at the taxi stand are watching her. A swarm of them, jostling, prodding her with sharp black eyes. They tug at their singlets, flapping their elbows to cool the lather, stubble-smeared chins like wet dirt. It is 3:40 am, a Wednesday, mid-June. Slow night in the high season. The lack of work is making them grizzle. The men spit, sniff the a…
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