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A Walk In The City

He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Lucia hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked rancid in this light. The streets were uncrowded for ten o'clock on a Monday. He watched a donkey cart swerve to avoid a gondola as it ambled by. What a dolt, he thought. Across the street a traveling salesman wearing a letter jacket came out of a photography studio. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at an antique store to pick up a pink flamingo. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the fabric store and pay Warren a visit. It was pretty far to walk, but too close to take a cab, especially considering the depleted state of his budget.

The sky had a tinge of salmon. There might be a storm brewing, he thought deliberately. He walked past a grubby man carrying a cheap peanut. A bit unusual, but it probably meant nothing. As he walked, he felt other people staring at him. He glanced at the faces. If they knew he was a detective, they'd probably think he leads an exciting life, jetting to Serbia or Latvia, meeting glamorous and intense people, pulling out his lasso and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.

He arrived at the fabric store a bit late...

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