It was quiet at the Rosa Parks transit center for the time of day. Chauncey finished his smoke before he walked onto the platform proper, just a courtesy thing. Travis was there, and One-Eyed Stan whose cousin drove the 7Mile route, and Fiber, and the Nation of Islam dude with the oils.
Chauncey figured most of the people he used to see at the big horse…
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