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[there's a breath, and he can feel it there, in his throat like a wad of gristle and char; just another fuckin' inner(under) city sob story]

[he digs his fingers harder against the cut on his knee, feeling scabs rend apart]

I -- I gotta go, my break's over.

[that char's swallowed down to burn in his stomach again; like fuck he's going back to work now, with loss like a fever at his temples]

[it's phrased like a demand, but the belly-up vulnerability in it is obvious]

Fuckin' -- don't tell nobody. 'Bout my birthday. I'll kick your ass, yah?

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