One
lonely old man. Sitting on the cold, wet pavement. No food to eat, his appetite
was growing. There was nothing he could do. People walked past and threw a few
bronze coins, they thought that when they give only a little amount of coins it
won’t really help but the person on the floor feels great. Soon he will have
enough shiny brown coins. It was like a ladder to a place he had always dreamed
of. Many people feel bad, like the group of people that walked past, their
hearts were sinking into a red swirl of misery.
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