Rzeszowska accosted crisp confectionery cakes but a slice of cheesy babka broke the fast. Fledgling fingers, green in pocket, found the Lippincott thieved the night before and Polska kawe fired its rocket from a sullied morning glories mug.
Bliss had traced these paper streets before the dawn of industry found the waterfront. Fleetly ships of lumbering families from Polish places built their lives on the manslaughter for timber. Wood would give them hart and sole, but a price was paid for food, clothing, and shelter.
Shortly thereafter steel rose concrete structures and Faber formed graphite clouds in the sky. But the orange fire over the East River blanched them dry and so the pencil man moved toward Penn.