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The man sitting cross legged had been begging for sometime. And even though he had collected enough, for the advertised "something to eat", It wasn't enough.
He wanted the recognition of being here now, of being alive in that moment. Pushed to the edge he threw all the donated coins into the air and walked off into the traffic.
Meanwhile across the street shop girl Karen had accepted the offer of going for a drink later from the man who came in to the shop everyday.
She watched him leave having already decided, she would later.
As she hadn't for a very long time.