Sneaking out on tiptoe with our suitcase down dark stairs, then along dark streets with only garbage trucks for company. With one suitcase still on the curb, abandoned, orphaned, alone, Comrade Snarky sits down and says, “Okay.” ,” Saint Gut-Free says into the microphone that hangs above his steering wheel.ĪndĜomrade Snarky says, “Fine.” She leans down to unbuckle a luggage tag off one suitcase.Ĝomrade Snarky tucks the luggage tag in her olive-green pocket, then lifts the second suitcase and steps up into the bus. With a black beret pulled down tight on her head, she could be anyone.
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