Flaking paint and dangling building chunks of an open lift shaft leaves only one option between a pair. Teetering up cabling and stripped bare cars don't inspire confidence in survival. Seconds at the window and a shrink wrapped box of green appears with a man holding a camera.
End of line and nobody left to bother with. Time for a walk out and the foisting of a sapped newspaper bound for the recycling bin. Anywhere behind the door toward the offices. No real desire where, just relief on finding a person willing to take care of business.
Standard dimensions of street press publications make enough to just miss totally covering certain mini boxes. Early separations result in the futility of creativity looking up creases and folds that still are too short to hold each other's hands.
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