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Six Sentence Sunday # 19

The cabbie frowned. His horse shifted and tossed her head. But the drunk hadn’t left. A white-sleeved arm extended out of the darkness, a glinting coin offered up by long elegant fingers. “Well, if I ain’t a’ Ant’ony Pig! A

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