Friday, June 23, 2017

Observations

He was clutching the groin of his gray sweatpants as he crossed the street. He climbed into the passenger seat of a silver jeep and there was an exchange. He counted a wad of bills. Then he got out of the jeep and the driver drove off. The sweatpants had no pockets - he tucked the roll of bills into his groin and went back to his apartment.

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