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

left me hungry.

That broke him.

Not loudly.

Not visibly.

But enough.

Enough for the café, the children, and the whole unforgiving city surrounding them to feel the moment shift.

The old man looked at the plate before him, then at the children standing there trying not to hope for too much.

Because that was the cruelest part:

they hadn’t come for magic.

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