“Hey, Red, you owe me a nickel!” Frank was playing pinball at Liberty Cafe on the North Side when the short, red-haired waitress bumped into the machine. A red light flashed “tilt” and the game was over. Reaching into her apron pocket, Susan pulled out a nickel and flicked it to him before waiting on her next customer.
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