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Red lights.

Chapter 32: I wandered the streets and alleys like a mouse following the scent of cheese hovering over the labyrinth. Amidst the remnants of a Saturday night washed up on the shores of a Sunday morning I found more reasons to end my existence. The crippled beggar wheeling himself between red lights was still there. Nothing had changed. In spite of the early morning commotion of South Beach a man lay sleeping on the concrete sidewalk with one arm as a pillow and the other extended with an open palm looking for donations.

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