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 _Charleston, WV:_  The line at the coffee shop snaked all the way to the door, but no one seemed in too much of a rush. Behind the counter
a handful of neon-haired, pierced, tattooed baristas shuffled around; a handwritten chalkboard sign with the varieties of espresso, coffee, and tea hung above them as the espresso machine steamed and the smell of fresh baked pastries wafted from the kitchen in advocate . The coffee shop could have been in any liberal area, though it reminded me most of my regular neighborhood detect in Berkeley. About halfway through my wait, a young black man in a slim-fitting gray flannel suit with a ivory pocket square tugged on my bag, a rectangular, hunter green backpack made of thick felt.  “Cool lookin’ backpack,” he said, smiling from behind his horn rimmed glasses. “You get it around here?”  “Nope,” I answered, “internet!”  “Figures,” he chuckled. He turned to the barista behind the counter, a smiling porcelain-faced woman with two nose rings in one nostr