fagin, retiring

Overcome by the coughing, tins of beans rattling against my knees, I danced into the side street. Opened my mouth on a wad of phlegm.      It leaped into the gutter.      I paused to catch my wind. Convinced my heart would stop.      \”What a horrible old man.\”      The bile wafted down from a tenement window. I glanced up, trying to attach a face.      All there was were curtains hanging. Balloons. The unseen celebrating one more birthday.

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