Homeless

There was another one sitting on the corner.

Perhaps he wouldn’t see her.

She stopped at the light.

“Spare some change?” He held out a cup as dirty as the man beneath the rags.

“Sorry.” Her eyes stared straight ahead, as the weight of her purse cut into her shoulder.

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