— Excuse me. I don’t want to be rude in any way. Would you have any change, please?
How possibly to rebuff such petition when you did have the desired in your pocket? A creased and worn old girl like her.
When a brass dollar was brought up with the silver 50c, it needed to be both.
A chap on Swanston sitting against a shop window near the library kept bare-chested these wintry days & nights too. In his late-40s or 50s, thin, yellowed folds of flesh over his midriff. One arm had been amputated right the way up by his shoulder, where the nub had the flesh bundled together and roughly sewn. A blinker, sheepish, something of the shy canine suggested.
One could bypass such figures with minor wincing, like footage of devastation on the screen. Rather more easily too when the eyes were never met.
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