Page 83 - Tomcats in Paradise
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Rounding the corner at the far end of the alley, Eddie spied the
fuzzy outline of a crate, apparently fallen on one side and broken
open. He approached it warily, sniffing for any dissuasive scent—but
only fish, glorious fish, emanated from the box’s interior. His barely-
functioning mind immediately associated the situation with a recent
serendipitous occasion on which a carton of milk had tumbled to his
feet from the back of a bicycle. Drooling copiously, Eddie limped
into the crate.
