He unrolled his window further, letting in a swirl of snow and cold air. The horn honked. It was rich with what he needed. 'I tip twenty per cent,' his customer said with unmistakable pride.
Snow was melting on his cheeks. Keep it down, what do you say? Okay! OKAY! Even his thoughts seemed to have acquired a new, crystalline force, and Henry didn't think this was just his imagination. 'Lie down and catch some winks. He couldn't.
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