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Hang from his shoulders are his signature sandwich boards, which now read “whos finGer on whos triGGer”.
Hang from his shoulders are his signature sandwich boards, which now read “whos finGer on whos triGGer”.
They both look in unison at Sandy, walking aimlessly through the grass, much further ahead.
Eh, we should start heading to East Side Bagel anyhow. Morning leftovers get dumped ‘bout this time.
Sunil spots Henry inspecting the bins a bit further ahead, and picks up his pace to catch him. As he traverses across the sidewalk, he unconsciously rubs his dirty hand against the base of his neck. Before reaching Henry, Sunil realizes his movement, and quickly drops his hand back at his side. Henry smiles at
With his backpack secured over his shoulders, Sunil stops to investigate an overflowing trash bin. Reaching in, he pulls out a few empty plastic bottles and adds them to the collection he carries in a dirty plastic bag. Just as he is about to dive his hand back in, he overhears a passerby mutter “gross”
Along the wide sidewalk area that divides the East River Park from the East River proper, Sunil meanders down the left edge, while Henry does the same on the right.