Monday, July 2, 2007

We were sitting on the curb one afternoon waiting to see if the internet place would or wouldn’t open. Behind me, Adam noticed a group of women digging through a pile of clothes set up in a big metal bin and chatting, maybe a little competitively, like at a 75-90% off sale, the kind my friend Shelby used to find all over greater New Orleans. Everyone was holding up articles of clothing and trying to figure out if they would fit. Later, a man pulled up in a truck filled with fresh pineapples.

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