An incident which renews my faith in the innate goodness of mankind: I step into the peep show at the corner of 42nd and 8th Ave, and lay out the wad of ones I have in my pocket on the ledge of the cash acceptor. I feed the machine a bill, and, before that bill's time runs out, I hit paydirt. Jump started by the rapid victory, I pull up my pants,
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