The stocky French guy was slyly cleaning out his nostril with his pinky, and then he went on to bite what could've been a hangnail on the same finger but I don't think so.
"This place ain't so bad," said my companion, finishing her last sip of Tahitian beer. I knew allusions to the Holocaust would cheer her up. When we walked out into the cool evening and up a steep and cozy side street to our car — the same street that had no doubt argued with the Lingba over noise and then made up in symbiotic fealty — we couldn't help but feel at one with everyone in this whole crazy place we are proud to call San Fag-cisco.
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