I didn’t want to kill her dreams, though. There was no telling what sweaty chest those had been on. ![]() ![]() Only the naive would pluck beads off Bourbon Street. She looked up at me with clear blue eyes sparkling with excitement. A little girl broke away from her parents and ran toward me, stopping much too close and snatching a string of pink beads off the street. ![]() Raucous laughter crowded in close as people strolled up Bourbon Street with their green plastic drink holders fashioned after grenades. The sticky-sweet night embraced me like a satisfied lover.
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