Super s Boy
It was an unusually warm spring day in Pittsburgh, temperature in the mid seventies and a touch of humidity. Richie was sitting out on the locking dock in the rear of the apartment building where he lived and worked. He was tired and sweaty, his blue Dickie's work clothes felt like they were glued to him.He wiped his face again with a grimy paint stained towel he had draped around his neck. Then he raised the can of beer in his right hand to his lips and chugged the last of his liquid lunch....
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