The owner and the organ-grinder part with a handshake that both conceals and codifies their mutual distrust, and the man in the dark overcoat disappears around another corner, leaving these two to their commerce of song, coin, and bone, with his soles squishing softly on the stone and the sky darkening into true night.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
S. - Ship of Theseus - Pg 9
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