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... usions today.
No dreams of long lines or whispered praise.
No hopes of a café owner spotting him from across the street and offering a job.
Just grind.
Just survival.
He wore the same jacket, the same shoes.
But the way he carried the tote—it felt different.
Like he'd already accepted what the day would ask of him.
He left the usual streets behind.
The open plazas.
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