The alley behind the pizza joint was filled with overflowing dumpsters, collection was not until Wednesday. Jack walked down the middle of the dirt roadway, the wafting of rotten garbage filling his nostrils. His bedroom apartment, with shared bath was three blocks down, two block to the right. The bar with the cheap beer was three blocks down, one block to the left. He reached into his pocket and knew he'd be making a left after his shift tonight. A cat ran out from one of the many over turned garbage cans, a rat a bit larger than the cat was chasing it.
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