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A month went by since that fateful day. The two of them, being the friends that they were, gladly split the money, which was several thousand dollars plus some change, and then they quickly went their separate ways. Because, though thieves rarely go in reverse, they frequently do return to the scene of the crime. Especially if they’ve left their loot behind. And Steve and Bunny were well aware of this.

And then that was that.

Bunny took a break from the crack and the streets and Steve found a shelter with a locker and a dead bolt. When God says, "Enough", he means it!

And life went on. And Bunny still smiled from time to time. And Steve never stopped grinning since that day. And there were two less people South of Market. And then…

"Can I bum a cigarette, man?"

Steve looked up from his coffee and his paper and thought he recognized the handsome man standing before him.

"Sure, you smoke Camels?"

"You know I do," the man said with a wink.

"Name’s Marvin," said the man as he took the cigarette in one hand and held out his other hand in greeting.

"My friend’s call me Hoppy," the other man said as he shook Marvin’s hand.