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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arnold Schwarzwald" data-source="post: 89928" data-attributes="member: 544">Outside, somebody is arguing under the awning across the street.“You ate half.”“Before I saw it.”A woman in a patched raincoat holds a loaf out toward a man unloading a handcart. She's pulled it apart. Thin purple strands run through the middle.“It's rye,” he says.“I know what fucking rye is.”She tugs one of the strands. It stretches between the halves. Both of them look at it.The man puts his half down.From an upstairs window somebody shouts, “BINDER STREET AGAIN?”Three windows close. A fourth opens.“Are they giving it away?”The handcart is still half full. The woman spots the open firehouse and the light inside.“Oh. Somebody's back.”She hasn't come over yet.</blockquote>