The cafe sidewalk was loud with the kind of life that never stops for anyone.

The café sidewalk hummed with the kind of life that waits for no one.

Plates rattled.

Cars drifted past.

People in clean coats moved around hunger without meeting its eyes.

At a small round table near the glass sat an elderly man in an expensive wheelchair, dining alone as though the city were his.

Then three dirty children stepped into his world.

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