Posted 2 years, 1 month ago mid-afternoon by oso
It’s Sunday, 6 a.m., San Diego, and one by one soft yellow bedroom lamps are flickering on throughout the city. The sabbath has it’s working class too. At the 7-11 on Convoy and Othello a Pakistani immigrant is thinking that it is time to count the drawer. He has been thinking this thought, on and [...]
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