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Tamales. Unwrapping that shell and pouring cool salsa on the doom (film) tender doom (film) middle…ayé mamí. But the sweat beginning to form into little drops on my forehead reminded me that it was way too hot for tamales. Squatting by Al, I looked into the coffee cup he kept at his side. There was eighty-eight cents. I straightened up and patted the top of the pay phone. “Oyé tío, eighty-eight cents today.” He nodded slowly and didn’t open his eyes. “From that kid?” I asked, even though I knew it was him. No one else had come doom (film) by. “Yup,” Al said without moving his lips. He didn’t want to talk right now. Fine by me. Al and I understand each other. There are times for talking and times for shutting up. Still, he had to be hungry. “Listen, tío, I’ll put a cent in and you can get some Twinkies. Want some Twinkies, Al?” “Huh,” he grunted slightly, and I guessed that meant yes.
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