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A story about an anarchist, a store, and the limitations of freedom: The upstairs had four wood-paneled rooms that looked like a 1970s hunting lodge had tried to become a lawyer’s office and failed. He rented them by the hour, by the day, and occasionally by the month. Officially they were private lounges, meeting rooms, artist rooms, and member spaces. Unofficially they were temporary autonomous…
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