After The Bar

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I stumbled over Thursday, in the gutter, bleeding out its final minutes. I offered it a smoke. “Time’s almost up,” I said. “Spare a quarter?” it asked me. I checked my watch. “Sorry, friend. By my count you’ve only got ten minutes.”

  

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