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Siesta On Taylor St.
The day was hot and windy, Paulie felt the Saturday sun on the back of his head as he sat drunk and lonely on the front steps of Chiarugi hardware store. The old Taylor street Italians turned the other way. Young grammar school children curiously watched him from a few steps away. The scent of humid summer air blended well with the rich smells of raising bread and pizza seeping from the oldest bakery adjacent to the red brick three flat where Paulie once lived as a child. Back in the days when trolley cars were modern and Little Italy was nothing but slums and poverty, yet looking it’s best.
“Hey mister, you ok? ” a young girl named Izzy inquired.
Paulie just ignored her as he put his tired head between his legs and slowly spat onto the cemented pavement.
“Hey mister, you ok or what? ” Izzy moved a little closer as her three five year-old friends followed behind her.
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