I pass a man on the sidewalk you can tell is crazy just by looking. He’s got those eyes pinned permanently open in horror. A few steps on I hear him grunting behind me. I turn back. He’s holding out the mittens I have unwittingly dropped.
On the corner, two cuffed black teenagers are being folded into a cruiser by seven fat white cops.
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