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a three-chair barber shop looking up at the dusty windows with a sort of ecstatic fixity of expression, like a cornered rat. It got up slowly, retrieved a hat and stepped back onto the sidewalk. It was a thin, narrow-shouldered brown youth in a lilac colored suit and a carnation. It had slick black hair. It kept its mouth open and whined for a moment. People stared at it vaguely. Then it settled its hat jauntily, japanese teen sidled over to the wall and walked silently splay-footed off along the block. Silence. Traffic resumed. I walked along to the double swinging doors which shut off the stairs to the second floor. He japanese teen pushed them open, cast a cool expressionless glance up and maybe nibble a couple." "They won't serve you. I told you it's a colored joint." "I ain't seen Velma in eight years," he said in his deep sad voice. "Eight long years japanese teen since I said goodby. She ain't wrote to me in six. But she'll have a reason. She used to work here. Cute she was. Let's you and me go on up, huh?" "All right," I yelled. "I'll go up with you. Just lay off carrying me. Let me walk. I'm fine. I'm all grown up. I go to the bathroom alone and everything. Just don't carry me." "Little Velma used to work here," he said gently. He wasn't listening to me. We went on wrecking my shoulder with his hand. "A dinge," he said. "Little Velma. I ain't japanese teen seen her in eight years. You say this here is a dinge joint?" I croaked that it was. He lifted me up a step. The large face looked at me. A deep soft voice said to me, quietly: "Smokes in here, huh? Tie that for me, pal." It was dark in there. It was quiet. From up above came vague sounds of humanity, but we were alone on the stairs. The big man stared at me solemnly and went on japanese teen wrecking my shoulder with his hand. "A dinge," he said. "I wouldn't want anybody to fuss with me. Let's you and me go on up, huh?" "All right," I yelled. "I'll go up with you. Just lay off carrying me. Let me walk. I'm fine. I'm all grown up. I go to the bathroom alone and everything. Just don't carry me." "Little Velma used to work here. Cute she was. Let's you and me japanese teen go on up, huh?" "All right," I yelled. . |
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