Janice spots a 15 speed bicycle hanging on an apartment wall upon exiting the Slaashsides subway, first of a succession of bad signs…
The stinking green pocketbook is still there, check.
So is Burro Alley.
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Johnny’d come back from a serious bike trek. He needed to replenish.
“New Mexico, pheh,” he mutters while gobbling.
Sunklands 