Every morning was just the same as every other morning. Dollar Man sat by the gate of an old church and begged passers-by, mainly churchgoers, for a dollar. He always wore a raggedy old brown coat and a pair of worn-out, faded jeans. He always held in his hand a dirty plastic cup and the first thing he always said to anyone who passed by was, “Can you spare some change please?” If he were lucky, people would stop and drop some change into his cup. When the sun went…
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