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She walked slowly, one small step at a time. Look at the houses, she thought to herself. Somebody lives in them. Somebody has a house, an apt. They have something. An elderly woman passed her by. She was pushing a big black cart. In the cart there were two huge black bags. The elderly woman stopped at a brownstone. She opened the garbage can near the curb. Nothing here but bottles, she said, talking to herself. Used to be these people would leave food for us. Now nothing. You don’t get much for these bottles. What am I going to do? The first woman shuddered. Like her. I am going to be like her if I don’t watch out.

 

 

 

 

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