kimbel, the alcoholic drug addict transient that lives on the mattress in the parking lot of the apartment complex, states... as i haul up my bags of groceries politely. i nod my head indifferently, "pregnant and healthy, yep, feelin' good, yep." tangled mumbles as i desert the scene of discomfort. what i really want to say is, "would you kindly
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