A man approached me on the street, saying, “Sir?” I told him I’d already given away all my change, and he said, “No, I don’t want money. I want a job. I need one.” I told him there was a labor pickup on Broadway and Wilson and that he might try there early in the morning. The fellow was black and had nice clothes on. He was a few years older than me and said, “I have experience in accounting.” This last word was whispered, which was strange. I told him that I didn’t know anything about accounting. “Well, can you give me some money, then?” he asked. “I’m hungry. Can you buy me something to
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