J.D. warms his hands over the fire in the trash can. All around him, fireworks are going off. Their beauty irritates him. He thinks of all the money that is exploding in the air.
"Sum' else, eh?"
J.D. glances at the newcomer. He snorts in response.
"Can I get sum'at?" The new guy eyes the fire and scratches his neck. J.D. can see the chapped skin of the man's knuckles and hear the chattering of his teeth.
J.D. nods and takes a step to the side.
The new guy smiles and scurries forward. Hands over the flames, he smacks his lips as if he has just been granted a seat at a table set for a feast.
The fireworks continue overhead.
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