Felix thought about the siren. They always silenced it leaving these things out of respect for the neighbors.
But there was often a different wail. He wanted a cigarette.
“Twelve minutes, you get your cigarette,” Amy whispered, knowing.
“It’s a fucking cinnamon trick, Amy.”
Amy slid the corpse inside the ambulance. The wailing mother, aunt, whoever, was pawing at her shoulder.
Amy got in the front. They rode off, siren silent.
“Cinnamon trick?” Amy asked.
“People trying to eat a spoonful of cinnamon. Everyone thought they could beat it. They can’t. It fizzled out. Dope is the endless cinnamon trick.”
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“Dope is the endless cinnamon trick”