I'd slide the switchblade he kept underneath his pillow for protection out once he began to drift off.
1 Year 6 Months
Tonight, S and I smoke Camel cigarettes on an Allston stoop.
I keep finding these playing cards around Allston," S says and takes another drag.
"The next time I see a card, I will save it and bring it to you," S says.
"Not tonight," I said and walked down Mass Ave in the dark to my apartment.
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