Summary
I was drifting through the night looking to write about the kinds of people who live after midnight when I came across a homeless man in a coin laundry crying as he read the front page of a discarded newspaper.
He was the only one in the place, sitting by a large dryer that was spinning the moisture out of his clothes. The dryer hummed, and his clothes made a flopping sound as they tossed around inside the large circular drum.See the full content of this document
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Empathy Knows No Borders Nowadays
"You OK?" I asked.
He was a bearded man maybe in his 50s who wore jeans, a work shirt and only a thin denim jac...See the full content of this document
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