By Juan Felipe Herrera
I need to determine what's at the different part of the airborne dirt and dust whilst the towers fall, ny urban is protected through airborne dirt and dust. at the reduce East aspect, Yolanda, the Cinnamon lady, makes her manda, her promise, to collect as a lot of it as she will. possibly returning the airborne dirt and dust to floor 0 can convenience the entire voices. possibly it may aid Uncle DJ open his eyes back. As tragedies from her previous combine within the air of an unthinkable current, Yolanda searches for wish. probably it's buried someplace within the silvery dirt of Alphabet urban.
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There was a man loitering there. A small, wiry, olive-skinned man with a thin mustache. He was wearing khaki slacks and a brown jacket. He was leaning against a shelf, idly turning the pages of a dictionary. I turned to the other stairway. I saw another man舒a man sitting at a reading desk near the head of the stairs. He was a short guy, too, but thick and muscular and mean-looking. He had a block-shaped head with short hair and rough skin on his cheeks. He was staring down at a newspaper that lay open on the desk in front of him.
I couldn舗t hear her scream over the motorcycle noise, but I舗m pretty sure she did. I could tell by the way she threw her hands up. By the way her head went back. I could even see her eyes widen in shock and her mouth open in the light of the streetlamp. In her fear, she froze, smack in my path. Then, instinctively, she dodged backward. That did it. That was all I needed. Her movement opened a little space between her and the tree to the right. The bike舗s tires wobbled dangerously as I wrestled them around to point in the direction of that narrow gap.
I saw the orange-and-white logo: it was a Harley at least. But was it the right one? With one hand I was reaching out for the handlebars. My other hand was in my pocket, my fingers on the key I舗d taken from the blond killer in the bathroom. I pulled the key from my pocket even as I grabbed the handlebar and threw my leg over the cycle舗s seat. In the same instant, I heard the hoarse screech of tires as the police hit their brakes. The cruisers jolted to a halt right beside me, to the left and right of me, blocking the street off in both directions.