I would die for you, but I wouldn't live for you
Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the...– F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Article for WDL.
A hobo stepped on the red line train on a Thursday night. He shook the loose change in his dixie cup and extended his arm as he roamed the ailes of the train. A nineteen, pretty faced, girl extended her eyes of pity and a soft awkward smile. she handed him the change from her grande iced coffee (no whip cream). It amounted to two dollars and thirty five cents. The hobo smiled, his eyes pointed...