He still had his pride. He still had hope. Or at least a tiny sliver of it, tucked away somewhere deep.
A Kindness on the Street
That afternoon, as his stomach twisted in pain from two days without food, Ethan closed his eyes and whispered to himself.
But no one did.
People passed with headphones in, coffee cups in hand, shopping bags dangling from their wrists. The scent of hot dogs drifted from the nearby vendor, making Ethan’s stomach growl louder. He eyed the trash can. It wasn’t the first time he considered it.
Then, just as he was about to give in, a woman stopped in front of him.
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