Andando em downtown, voltando das máquinas de DDR, sábado, frio do diabo.
Hobo me pára na rua:
"Hey, do you have 30 cents? I'm trying to buy a pizza."
Dee: "Yeah, sure... As a matter of fact... Take 35 cents."
"Oh, Thank you. I'm going through a divorce, you know."
Dee: "Really? That's too bad... I hope everything turns our fine!"
"Yeah, yeah, and
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