And outside the apartment, right beside them, on Tasha's
left, this old woman, both hands wrapped around the grips of a stainless steel
walker. Chipped plastic flowers were twined around the walker
handle grips. The old woman totally
owning a smelly slender brown smoke pinched between her brick colored lips. Somewhere in the bowels of her apartment it
sounded like tiny little old lady dogs were tearing each other apart in the
cage match to end all cage matches.
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