04-15-2010, 07:17 PM
Andrew sat down, just listening to the harmonica play, completely in a daze. How did these people live...? Just getting by on charity for their sad and amusing acts of nonsense? How could they eat like that? How could they dress like that? How could they be content, having nothing? How could he be content having nothing?
He looked at his clothes, his usual white shirt over his black polyester jacket, and his tailored pants. All these were memories of a time no more, not even his job remained for him. After shouting at the boss and punching him like that, how did he expect to keep his post? Sigh, Linda, what have you done to me...?
He kept staring at this girl, listening to the tune of her melody... Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad...
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