My sister and I went to Borders after a nice dinner at T.G.I.F. As usual we came out overstuffed with rich food. A homeless man asked us for change while we were looking at the bargain books outside the entrace of Borders. After a short hestitation, we told him that we were sorry and walked in.
Having felt guilty and a little bad my sister and I then decided to get him something to eat from a nearby Wendy's after we got the books we came for.
He was no longer there.
Despite all our prejudices we hold against them, there can be no dispute to the fact that we are better off, having homes to return to, couches to lie on, and televisions to watch.
It's turning cold. Both the weather and my heart.
I need to be more spontaneous.

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