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They sold the lemonade once a week at the corner stand: “Squeeze” printed on a hand-lettered sign with a smiley lemon. People came in micro-processions—mail carriers, a teenage busker with chipped guitar, the woman from the bakery with flour in her hair. Each visitor left with a jar, sometimes with change folded into their hand. Conversation spilled with the lemonade. The busker talked about rhythm; the mail carrier offered small news about the neighborhood’s dogs. The lemonade, in glass jars, was more than beverage: it was a bridge.