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Next to him, propped up against the back of the bench, is a pair of ‘sandwich’ boards connected by two frayed black shoulder straps. Perhaps the boards’ prior owner promoted a local lunch special or maybe the impending doom of the world. Whatever their origin, they were now the prized possession of this bald scrawny […]

Laying behind the bench, curled up asleep in a tight fetal position on some cardboard, is Sandy.