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Catch A DreamI'm not sure what made me stop at first. I never stopped for the homeless, not once. They were just a part of the scenery, another park bench, another over-full trashcan, another man with a scraggly beard or woman with baggy clothes and half starved children. I don't know what I saw in that same change can that everyone else sported. Maybe it was the Nikes next to them.Catch A Dream by MidoriKoneko
Never the less I did stop on that cold May morning in our concrete jungle on Twenty-first Street by the Macy's to drop the change I had into that old baked beans can, and the man behind the beard stirred, looking up at me.
"You may keep your change Ma'am." he said, a little gruffly, then looked out at the urban street again, ignoring me completely.
"I'm sorry?" I asked, affronted. "I'm trying to help." I reached down, a little angry with him, a little embarrassed at myself, and snatched my change away.
"No harm meant Ma'am." he replied. "I just ain't looking for handouts."
I knew arguing would get me nowhere. Besides, I
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