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A Sweet Little Tale of the Yellow People Under the Bridge
One day a friend and I were walking to the market on the corner of our street. To get to to market we had to cross a
large bridge that lay over a deep wash. Under the bridge we heard voices and stopped to investigate. There seated in the sand
were 3 people all sipping on quarts of beer. We were called over to where they were seated and asked if we would like to join
them in a toast.We accepted their offer and sat down. I noticed that these folks had a beautiful shade of yellow to their
skin and a darker yellow stained their eyes. I asked "What is it that you are toasting to?" A large bushyfaced man said
" To life, for we made it to live another day". We toasted to this and were soon to be on our way. A few days later my friend
and I were making our way back to the market. We stopped to see how our new found friends were under the bridge. This day
only two people sat, the bushyfaced man was gone. We inquired on his wereabouts."He died" his partner responded, " Liver failure
the doc said". "Not from drinking but form Hepititus C". With his big yellow smile and his bright yellow eyes he turned
and walked away, Sipping merrily on his quart of beer....
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