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Donning on the drunken man's ragged trench coat, (which luckily only smelled like beer), she took a few other items from the man that she thought might help her: His sandles, his switch blade, the two dollars she found crumpled up in his pocket, his old fedora hat. She decided to be nice and let him keep the rest of his, the night air was cool and it felt like autumn; but she could have been wrong. It was possible that what felt like an Autumn's Night to her was actually a New York Summer's Night, or maybe it was some time in spring. She wasn't too sure.
Her 'look' completely, she left, turning down another less populated street fearing that she might, despite her new outfit, still cause a disruption to the 'locals'.
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