First I found some girl’s College ID, now I’ve found Assunta’s credit card in the street. Not to mention hanging that scarf up in yesterday’s downpour in hopes that the owner would pass back by & see it. What am I the patron Saint of lost objects?
[It is a metaphor] And who says NYer’s don’t care? I’m spending that paper now, and getting into the bar later with an underage white girl. We be drankin’
…and buying them skittles to solve the riddle!
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