Ten minutes was enough to make me forget the sun, I went from one kind of squinting to another. It was a beautiful day, in fact. I passed a man sitting on a milk grate, an old one I'd seen going in. "Got anything this time?" I shook my head and apologized and wondered if he heard the pillow change in my pocket as I walked away. Crossing the street I felt worse and worse. We're all dealt a hand and a lot of us have to play it as is. We do the best with what we're given. We try, and that's not always enough. But I had things to do today, and I was on my way home, my arms weighted unevenly by the easy bags in my hands.
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