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Jai Subedi, 38, meticulously counts the inventory in his small store ensconced in the north of Syracuse, New York.
He pauses, then rubs the palms of his hands and securing his muffler, enthusiastically steps out to help two men unload the towering crates of water bottles along with sacks of onions, and apple cartons, from a truck stationed outside.
It’s February 2014.