Don Luis lowers himself to the wet curb and pulls at his shoe. He groans – with every tug, pain shoots through his knee, but at last the shoe comes off. He massages his foot through the moist sock.
He rotates the shoe in the air, and there it is: a hole. He pushes a finger through the rubber sole and wiggles it on the other side. The hole isn’t big, maybe the size of a

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