The woman with the switchblade stepped from the shadows. "Gimme your wallets or- urrrgh..."
Jason tucked the spray bottle away and stepped over the snoring body that blocked the alley exit.
"What was that?" I asked.
In answer, Jason pulled open his coat. A small plastic bag was attached to his side, a cannula poking through his shirt.
"You sprayed... a colostomy bag?"
"No." Jason dropped his coat. "Concentrated sleep drainage. I don't need it anymore."
"I thought you went crazy if you got no sleep?"
He shrugged. "I supplement it in my diet. Cicadas, sloths, that sort of thing."
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