Tuesday, March 11, 2003

My eyes made contact with him from a block away.
I could hear the pain. "I'm cold"
"Do you have any spare change?"
I stop. No, I'm sorry I don't.
I saw a glimmer of hope.
He looked appreciative.
"It's alright. At least you speak, most people don't even say anything"

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