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Brown sneakers, jeans, tee shirt, and eyes like holes into Hell.
"Can I help?" I asked. "Prolly not." "How about food, bath, warm place to sleep?" Something awoke in his eyes. "Sounds good." He stood. I pointed and we walked towards my place. He smiled a little. I smiled wide. His life will end soon. (55 word story)
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