With his feet wrapped in bandages the man hobbled up to the table where I was standing. I first noticed the halting gait, then the feet crammed into flip-flops. His heels were hanging off the edge. A volunteer at the table I was visiting knew him. “Hey, Charles. How’s life?” “You know, I can’t complain,” he said.
“I’m alive.” HERE
“I’m alive.” HERE
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