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name: Hello
Telephone.
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name: What’s that? Sorry, it’s, I’m on the mobile, you’ll
Telephone.
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name: Yeah, yes. I’m just heading up Yonge. What’s keeping you up?
Telephone.
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name: Tell me about it. I can feel it coming in the shoulders of my coat,
I’m soaking through. But apart from that you’re
Telephone.
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name: Well, that’s something, I guess. What about your folks, are
they
the
rest of this lost to her in the noise of a tram passing the intersection.
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name (inserting finger in his other ear): What’s that?
Telephone.
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name (laughing): You’re not familiar with this? Jesus, what’s to say? Well,
Telephone.
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name: Okay okay... Well, there’s, hang on
moving
into a doorway which, oddly, is heavily littered with small change.
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name: Hey! I was just going to tell you about this guy in front of me. I’ve
been, I’m not actually following him, he just happens to be in front of me and,
the grips of, whatever type shoe he’s wearing he’s leaving these little
shoe-shapes of, like he’s pulling up bubbles out of the ground as he walks,
these foam-footprints that are still... extant as I’m coming along behind him,
and then I step in here and
Telephone.
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name: No it’s just
looking
around.
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name: There’s no, there must be a vent or something because someone’s
obviously been here, there’s just a whole spread of pennies and quarters
whatever, there’s a real blanket of coins here.
Telephone.
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name: I don’t think so. I’ll leave them for the next, maybe somebody’s on
their way back here. This
Telephone.
deleted name: Okay okay
bending
down
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name: there you go, okay? Happy now?
Telephone.
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name: It’s a quarter. Some poor vagrant bastard out on the street sleeping
on a vent is probably on his way here right now to get his money, and he’ll get
back and
slipping
the coin into his pocket as he steps once again into the rain
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name: find someone’s stolen twenty-five cents of his hoard.
Telephone.
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name: Oh what else what else. There’s a doorway
laughing.
Telephone.
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name: You know the Zanzibar?
Telephone.
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name (recollecting): Hey how do you know the Zanzibar?
He
doesn’t hear her reply, continues regardless.
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name: Well there’s a guy in a wheelchair blocking their doorway, just, he’s
slumped over, like somebody just left him behind.
Telephone.
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name: Hang on I’ll check. HEY! HEY BUDDY!
