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Red ice"Thirty-five cents." He pushed the cup of red ice into my hand.Red ice
"No, thank you."
"Just thirty-five cents."
"Well, okay."
I took coins from my wallet.
Suddenly, he also held bills. "Too much, ma'am."
"Those aren't mine."
He shrugged.
A step away, I checked. My wallet, empty, the man, gone!
by ~colorbird
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