he had nothing not even a dollar for bread not even a roof when it rains he was so frail as the cold night set in he smiled waved his right hand without looking and walked away to hide at a corner with a ciggie between those scrawny dirty fingers happily smoking away with his eyes closed humming a tune slowly falling asleep in his ragged clothing on a brown cardboard as he dreamt away
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