He lived on the streets: eating from dumpsters, sleeping in boxes.
Matt Cadd felt autumn's chill in his bones. "My place is warm," Matt told him. "There's food. A shower. Change of clothes."
"No dice," he said. "No debts, my old friend, right?" The night closed in. He was gone.
Brother, can you spare a fifty?
OMG
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*SF 6 LA 2*
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