April 15th was two weeks past. Honey wouldn't do them: Matt Cadd was flying solo.
Forms in his lap, signed and sealed, the cab headed downtown, and was blindsided by a bus. The driver and car were accordioned. A grisly scene.
The passenger stumbled out, battered, alive, envelope in hand.
C'mon, mac, all ya got's a fifty?
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