There were police all around the fruit man. He stood there next to his fruit. His stand is on the North East corner of 87th and Lexington, across from Starbucks, and whenever I pass by I buy an apple for fifty cents. Or sometimes bannanes. He is a gracious guy, am immigrant, his softness of manner has made him many friends. When i got closer I saw their interest wasn’t in him but in something on the ground nearby
The cops were pouring hot water on the sidewalk near his stand. It fell upon a thick blood stain and ran into the gutter, pink.
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