I went into an adjacent stall and closed the door.
"I don't understand, " I said.
I was still holding the chip.

Two women entered the ladies room,
and stood by the mirror.
I could see their shoes
a pair of shiny black high heels and a pair of
red leather jogging shoes.

"I had it knocked off in Haiti, " he whispered.
"Wonderful isn't it?"

The women were talking.
"There aren't any men in the bar."
"Let's go somewhere else."

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