Hip-hop is in the air — “I put some flavour in the pot and took the bland out”. The cafe music on a quiet after dawn. Wafting smell of coffee, lost count of the cups, maybe 2 pots .. ink spilt, smudged on the side of the palm, Pat yawns grumpily — oh no, ink on the mouth now.

Pat looks at his watch, the seconds clock arm stopped working again. Stuck at 6:18. Taps the watch dial once, there. Only a few seconds behind now, he smiles to himself.

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Putting his coat over his head to shield himself from the rain, he runs across the street. Under the construction safety barrier, he grabs a newspaper from the paper boy and down the tunnel he goes.

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A receipt falls out of his coat.

$6.08 .. maybe a coffee and a piece of toast with jam. Trying to smooth out the faded, now yellow receipt. In the center of the long square piece of paper the P.S. in blue ink is visible under the same handwriting: If I Ain’t Got You :)

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