Tag: tramps
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Day 53 – The Veteran
But he’d smile at you under his lopsided mustache, and you couldn’t help but pat him on the shoulder of his moth eaten coat and buy him a sandwich and something to drink.
Every day a short story. Every short story 365 words.
But he’d smile at you under his lopsided mustache, and you couldn’t help but pat him on the shoulder of his moth eaten coat and buy him a sandwich and something to drink.