What’s in the knapsack?

“I’ll never leave New York, brother,” he said to no one, perhaps to the cockroach.

He walked to Times Square. It was now the center of his soul.

“Hello,” he said to a wild-haired girl who was looking all around. “What’s in the knapsack?”


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