+gratiia

igottanickel:

“Everyday,” Crutchie nodded as he slipped the money into his pocket. He handed the newspaper to the lady, and moved his bag of papers around to his other side. “But sometimes I go sell on the othah side of town, with my friends. ‘M Crutchie, by the way, miss.” He extended his hand for the lady to shake, not really knowing why he kept talking.

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          “You have friends?” Anna asked. She wanted to meet them for some reason, to see whether they were in the same condition. It was saddening really, and she wished she could’ve done something to help them. “That sounds nice, you really have to expand your business, am I right?” she joked, glancing down at the rolled up paper in her hand. “Nice to meet you, err, Crutchie,” she smiled and shook his hand. “My name is Anna.”