I whistled for a cab with both hands in my pockets. Without my three-hundred page paycheck. By the feel of the wind, my career’s ashes were about 75 miles east. I exhaled a cloud of steam, like exhaust from my tired, heavy chest. A cigarette was poised behind my left ear, tied to the side of my head with locks of my curled brown hair. I was
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