I must have slept or did i ? The slatted light from the flashing red neon sign outside was making crazy patterns on the ceiling. Discordant jazz notes drifted in through the open window from a bar down the street. A woman was wailing now. Somewhere in this flophouse.
Not Dark Yet
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Tony D'Ambra
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