beggar-01

He awoke laying down with his cheek pressed against an open newspaper in a park. His head hurt and he couldn’t remember what happened last night. The sun was just starting to rise and he could feel the soft rays warm his face. With much effort, he lifted himself off the asphalt. He tried to recall anything from his past but it felt as if he had been drained of all memories. He became frustrated and looked for anything in his pockets to help him but found nothing. Who am I? The question kept circling around his head only to come back with nothing new. He decided to…

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