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Forty Watts Dangling the end of a dirty green twisted wire, the slowly swinging bare light bulb played its forty watts against cracked green walls, dirty frosted windowpanes sans curtains, a floor of cracked green linoleum. A frozen rag let cold air seep under the old white panel door. A gas hot plate named 'sizzle' did the best she could in the corner to sustain a dull livability. The turning El ground squeaking outside, clattering on off the station; lit the room like a flickering mid-movie mishap. The smell of supper's leftover cabbage made them feel comfortably fed; as they played out our hands of tonk for pennies, laughed because it was so much fun.
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