"Here's a hot cup of tea and £200. I pray you'll use it wisely."
The woman did not stop to talk but Jack's eyes wept with gratitude.
"Here's a hot cup of tea and £200. I pray you'll use it wisely," Jack said to the homeless man.
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The man slouched where Jack once called home. As today it was Christmas Eve, remembering damp sucking hope from his soul, iron railings of the church like a prison cell. Jack removed ruined shoes and soaking socks, needing a radiator, there was only the street.
"Here's a hot cup of tea and £200. I pray you'll use it wisely." The woman did not stop to talk but Jack's eyes wept with gratitude. "Here's a hot cup of tea and £200. I pray you'll use it wisely," Jack said to the homeless man. Comments are closed.
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