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The homeless guy

There’s this homeless guy who walks past my house every night. Has has a big bag.

He stops outside my house and breaks up a piece of bread and scatters it on my lawn. The birds eat it in the morning.

 

Tonight I happened to be outside as he was passing. I stopped him and tried to say a friendly hello.

 

He had some sort of European accent and was very very paranoid. If he was doing something illegal, I don’t know what it was. All I got out of him was his name. Peter.

 

Then he took off. He walked fast. He didn’t leave any bread on my lawn.