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Bozo's Obstacle25CreepsI spied it just before daybreak,at the edge of a door well,under the courthouse steps.It was crumpled up into a ball%u2014a tee shirt, I supposed, black, sizemedium, according to the collar.One man%u2019s garbage, I mused.What the hell? It%u2019s just goingto waste. Provided it wasn%u2019ttotally ripped, or the designtoo obscene, or plain pathetic,I%u2019d gain an extra layer of warmth,and who was I to be picky? Goodtiming. I was about to springfor a visit to the laundromat.No sign of who might have left itbehind. Cautiously, I tucked itunder my arm. No sooner done,than a creep emerged from insidethe door well. He was smelly,unkempt, (not that I should talk),and shoved his chest against mine.%u201cI%u2019ll take my pillow back now,creep,%u201d and he snatched it by an edge.
