“Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you’ll live through the night.”
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Somewhere in the Caribbean
The light leaking between the curtains was gray twilight. He didn’t know where he was and the only clock read six seventeen with no AM/PM indicator. He didn’t know if it was six in the morning or in the evening.
All he could do was to stay motionless, staring at the gap between the curtains, waiting to see if it grew lighter or darker.
Bill Chance 