A new come-on from the corner boys: “How you doin, white chocolate?” I’m already a few steps past, but I am seized with the desire to turn back around, to pierce the fourth wall of this little spectacle we’re partners in. I want to ask, “What does that mean exactly? Break it down for me.” I don’t ask. I keep walking. They whistle after me.
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