He sat in the doorway, wrapped in an old blanket.
"Got any change?" he mumbled as I passed.
"No, sorry," I replied and continued on my way.
A few steps later I remembered I did have something to give him.
"Here," I said, pulling a lottery ticket from my wallet and handing it to the man. "It's all I've got but you can have it."
He thanked me, but we both knew that the ticket wasn't going to get him any cans of Special Brew that night.
I passed the same spot a week later and the man wasn't there. I hoped he had won and got himself off the streets, although it was more likely the recent cold snap had taken care of that.
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