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Fritz and Zooey: Swisher Sweets

“No, I mean, that’s a deck name,” replied Zooey, taking note of his Joy Division tshirt and smiling as she handed him the money.

“I’m Zooey, and this is my roomate Fritz, we live over on Haight. So, what the hell is a guy named Nasa doing working in tourist-ville for?”

“I must look like a loser,” Nasa blushed, “I’m filling in for a friend of mine…it’s a long story.” Fritz nudged Zooey, she dug in her purse.

“Hey Nasa, you got a pen?” Zooey asked. He handed her a purple sharpie from behind the register as she pulled out a peach flavoured Swisher Sweet cigarello and wrote her address and phone number on the side before handing it to him.

“Call us,” Fritz chimed in. He and Zooey channeled out to the night. Nasa held on to the ciggarello, looking back sheepishly at Zooey who flashed him a peace sign from the window outside.

“Don’t smoke it!” Zooey shouted through the glass.

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