The Photographer and the Stall
The Photographer and the Stall Act I — The Stop David was walking to nowhere in particular, which was his usual pattern on Wednesdays since the real estate company let him go. He told people he was "between projects," which is what photographers call unemployment when they still want to answer to their mothers on the phone. The smell stopped him on Atlantic Avenue. He had walked this route a...
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