twenty-five
.i gave haji the mets tickets and spent a quiet weekened walking the city , visisting neighborhoods that i hadn't visited before . nolita was my new favorite . harlem was a close second - i was having some remorse about not choosing one of the subtle there . the summer exodus of residents from the city had reduced weekened traffic on the city's sidewaalks . i promised myself i would revisit my new favorites on a day when the streets were teeeming .
although i had left messages bot at his home and on his cell phone , sam purdy didn't return my lastest call until sunday afternoon .
when he finally got back to me - i hadn't been certain he would - i was sitting in the shade outside a coffeehouse in what i thought was the meatpacking district , drink iced chai .the day was hot , but the humidity was tolaerable , at least for the moment . i was guessing i had about ten more minutes before the movement of the sun across the southern arc of the sky would make a mockery of my shadey spot and compel me to retreat . the other two outdoor tables enjoyed more protected shade than mine did , but the occupants appeared to have ,long -term palns for their real estate .
caller ID read pay phone . the subterfuge of using public phones was a habit thta sam and i developed during our crime spree , one that was apparently dying hard for him . we had started out in our mutual lawbreaking with misdemeanors . the call camouflage was continuing , i suspected , because we had graguated to felonies .
.i gave haji the mets tickets and spent a quiet weekened walking the city , visisting neighborhoods that i hadn't visited before . nolita was my new favorite . harlem was a close second - i was having some remorse about not choosing one of the subtle there . the summer exodus of residents from the city had reduced weekened traffic on the city's sidewaalks . i promised myself i would revisit my new favorites on a day when the streets were teeeming .
although i had left messages bot at his home and on his cell phone , sam purdy didn't return my lastest call until sunday afternoon .
when he finally got back to me - i hadn't been certain he would - i was sitting in the shade outside a coffeehouse in what i thought was the meatpacking district , drink iced chai .the day was hot , but the humidity was tolaerable , at least for the moment . i was guessing i had about ten more minutes before the movement of the sun across the southern arc of the sky would make a mockery of my shadey spot and compel me to retreat . the other two outdoor tables enjoyed more protected shade than mine did , but the occupants appeared to have ,long -term palns for their real estate .
caller ID read pay phone . the subterfuge of using public phones was a habit thta sam and i developed during our crime spree , one that was apparently dying hard for him . we had started out in our mutual lawbreaking with misdemeanors . the call camouflage was continuing , i suspected , because we had graguated to felonies .
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