As the sun crept over the horizon, the light dissipated the cloak of night to once more reveal the man adorned in tattered clothes and weathered shoes. The homeless man began walking through the city streets, past the destruction caused by his night of stopping what crime he could. It was a big city, and he was one man. His nightly ventures had slowed it down, but it would never stop. Once in his daily space at the bus stop on a corner, he held up a crude cardboard sign that said, “Anything helps,” and started another day of panhandling.
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