Photo credit: Kassoum_Kone His small arms hugged the baluster firmly while he looked down from his mothers rented second floor apartment, watching the queer old man relax under the afternoon shade.The bench had broken a long time ago no one usually sat there anymore until gradually it had been abandoned at the backyard where the old man dragged it out front propping it against the wall below a window. It became his bench and favourite spot where he drank and smoked, holding loud meetings with the old men on the street.
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