Oh my, I dropped a piece of peanut butter on toast and it landed the right way up, should I make a wish? I didn’t make it out till really late and when I did, the street was the usual Saturday night here, busy with men, either approaching the ladies or gorping. They use my windowsill for empty bottles and the cigarette butts are strewn across the pavement. I was taking boxes out, throwing them on the deck and crushing them to take to the recycling on the corner. I dropped one of the boxes right by the lady who always waves at me when she sees me (she waved when I appeared with the boxes at my door). She picked it up for me and put it under my thumb, men were approaching, when I came back she was gone.
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