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Crumpet Strumpet was the newest addition to the Green Lake and Ravenna neighborhood brunch scene. Amused at first by the name and the reputation for making amazing crumpets, Flynn had been pleased to find the restaurant, a brunch- and lunch-only affair, had a multitude of four- and five-star Yelp reviews, even though it had only been around since the previous winter. “Guess the word is out about this place,” Flynn said as they neared the little storefront, painted in cheerful shades of orange and Caribbean blue. A few tables had been set up outside along the sidewalk, and Flynn felt a jealous stab at the diners already seated at them. “Look at that line,” Clara marveled. The line wound from the entrance all the way down Latona to where it intersected with NE Sixty-Fifth Street, a distan