I get a late night craving and break my fast-food fast. My eye is single to the glory of the deep-fried chicken strip.
I hand my cash to a petite Latina woman. She is very, very pregnant.
“Is it hard to be standing all day?” I ask. She struggles to understand me and says, […]
One little bridge.
May 8th, 2006 · by John · 2 Comments
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