Day 70

After the morning sell at the corner of E. Jacinto and J.P. Rizal extension, he pedalled his bicycle to the next block. His sidecar was an open closet of used and wrinkled shirts and shorts mounted on two rows of horizontal bars. Underneath and inside all the sartorial facade was his most prized possession: a kid whose little hands were peeling the rinds of an orange.

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