“I’m not touching that filth.” He pulled his chocolate brown pea coat tighter, as if the thick wool would protect him from harm.
“It’s just a newspaper.”
The sides of his mouth curled in disgust. “Filth, I tell you. Do you know who I am?” He looked at me and sniffed. “Garbage is servant work.”
By now my camera was weighing me down. All I wanted was a photo for the Seattle Times. “It’s never touched the ground, I promise. The photo might even bring you more business. Will you do it?”
A steely glint appeared in his eye. “…Yes.”
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