Montag, 25. Februar 2008

Chapter four


Something about rats

Dear diary,

by the middle of my fall I was dealing at
East End Avenue
one day when a kid threw a cigarette into a garbage under a fire escape. When the tin was red around the rim I thought about the Plague when this city got shut down. Then there will be a lot of dying rats and there has to be an antidote for people! Sorry about thinking that, but I hate rats!

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