Jered stared into a new sun for a fraction of a second before being pushed into darkness.
“Hey, you, get up!”
Jered put his arms up against the bright light.
“Get the Hell out of here!”
A rubbish bin came into focus under the rising sun. A man stood beside it. He shook a bar at Jered.
“I mean now, you stinking bum. This is private property.”
Jered forced his unresponsive body up and stumbled out of the alley.
“Damn drunk,” the man said as he entered the store with a “We Support Our Troops” sign in the doorway.
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