The sidewalk past the alley was littered with nitrous oxide cartridges, dozens of little bombs without a plane to load them on.
Jerry stepped over some, then on one, his ankle twisting slightly, his maternal profanity echoing down the empty city street.
He wondered how much kids paid for the damn things now, he wondered if their parents knew, he wondered …
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