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I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk. I'm likely to get up any time in the night to work. He hadn't patrolled old Pell Street as a plain clothes man without getting a glimmer of the ancient truth that East is East and West is West. She was an Egyptian, from the magical times. Seemed like he knew so much—more than me, miss. Her pat answer to all inquiries was, “I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her bare knees. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. “Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks.
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