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by John Mark Calahan 2400 words, 2 comments, on Oct 21 1:37 AM. In Black, Chicago, Detroit, Humor, Interracial, Jazz, New orleans, Voodoo, White
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ciggete smoke is curling around my fingers, quiet jazz is playing from the record on the table next to me. The sun has gone down in the city, it is late but yet it does not sleep it never does. I can hear so many things, the
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