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>“Hey, poor white trash!”
>I put my suitcase down. A high yellow was sitting on the porch steps swinging her legs. She did look good.
>“Hello, poor white trash!”
>I didn’t say anything. I just stood there looking at her.
>“How’d you like a piece of ass, poor white trash?”
>She laughed at me. She had her legs crossed high and she kicked her feet; she had nice legs, high heels, >and she kicked her legs and laughed. I picked up my suitcase and began to approach her up the walk. As I >did I noticed a side curtain on a window to my left move just a bit. I saw a black man’s face. He looked like >Jersey Joe Wolcott. I backed down the pathway to the sidewalk. Her laughter followed me down the street.
