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My cousin Porton was standing smoking a cigar in the center of a ring of barefooted men and women. He was wearing a heavy fur overcoat, although it was a hot night, and was sweating profusely. An old man rubbed his face against the soft fur of the coat. A young man snatched the cigar out of Porton's mouth and took a bite of it, chewing the tobacco with great satisfaction. Then a girl grabbed the feather in Porton's hat and put it in her hair. There were naked children on the floor, smelling and licking Porton's shoes. Father pushed the people away and stepped up to my cousin. "Welcome home!" he said. "You are Uncle Simeon?" my cousin asked. "I've something special for you." He produced a beautifully wrapped bottle of Manila rum from the pocket of his coat. Father grabbed it. "I came to see your wife," he said. "Sweetheard!" my cousin called in English, turning toward the little private room where my uncle kept his most precious belongings.
Approximate Word count = 672
Approximate Pages = 2.7
(250 words per page double spaced)
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