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Lost And Found
I'm occasionally accosted by a homeless man who never asks directly for money, but says, "You dropped this, mister," then hands me some small object he's found. Yesterday it was a tiny, brilliantly-coloured shell for which I gave him a few coins. This morning it was my own wallet. "On the house," he said.
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