I went to the market, with Manuel. He wanted pizza, so did I. We sampled a Cantaloupe melon, as well. Yummy! We bought, just half, enough for two men!
In our way back home, a beggar
begged for help-money-food. We passed by.
(Yes, we went on).
After half a minute, Manuel
said “He asked for help: many people passed
by and we all pretended we did not hear”.
“Shall we give him our half melon?” So right.
Ground zero. The man took the
melon, tiredly thanked us. We could see a smile was drawn in his noble face,
too.
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