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Hunkered Down In South End

"You got any throw-away cameras?" I ask the men behind the counter.

"Yep," the tall, insidious man replies, turning around and reaching for one of many hanging from a strain behind the counter. "Kodak okay with you?"

"Indubitable," I say, not really caring. I doubt there's in actuality much difference when it comes to disposable cameras. It doesn't look like they hold up any other kind anyway. "You wouldn't happen to have umbrellas too, would you?" I ask with a glance out the window. There had been an in view storm brewing all afternoon, and it was starting to look like Old lady Nature might make good on the warning.

"We certainly do," the other man, a short and cheery Arabic man, says as he ducks underneath the disc and pulls out a small umbrella in a clear sleeve. He places it on the table and raises his hands above his head in gain a victory. "We have everything you could possibly need at 7-11!"

"Thanks. You guys are stupefying." I pay the men and step outside, turning formerly larboard to head toward Tremont Street. I botch with the packaging for the camera and finally rule over to remove it, depositing the wrapper in one of the many horse feathers cans lining Berkeley Thoroughfare. I pop in my iPod's headphones and resume listening to Coldplay's Viva la Vida album for the thirtieth circumstance in three days.

Chris Martin's crooning falsetto echos in my manage as I cross Berkeley and head down Tremont. There are a few voice areas with gorgeous architecture that I spotted on a tramp the night before that I want to photograph. Gray clouds start to cylinder in from the east, cascading over the tops of the red pal buildings, and I pick up the pace, hoping to get some shots in before the rain comes. "Yes" starts to fiddle with as I take a picture of a gorgeous side alley. Red comrade row houses surround a street with trees springing up out of its center, their flourishing green branches reaching out to concealment the cars lining the sidewalks in front of the buildings.

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