the roomy was shabby and dirty, heavy with heat. none of the things which kenny called his own remained. even the painted walls and skylight were gone.
baffled, he wondered if other things even out side had changed. Kenny went to one of the windows and looked down. on a stoop across the dark street a man was standing, gazing straight at kenny's window. he was wearing what appeared to be a long black cape which reached his knees and a hat triangular in ashape. its brim obscured his face.
as if suddenly realizing he was being observed the man moved quickly into the shadows. keeping his face averted he fled up the street.
baffled, he wondered if other things even out side had changed. Kenny went to one of the windows and looked down. on a stoop across the dark street a man was standing, gazing straight at kenny's window. he was wearing what appeared to be a long black cape which reached his knees and a hat triangular in ashape. its brim obscured his face.
as if suddenly realizing he was being observed the man moved quickly into the shadows. keeping his face averted he fled up the street.
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