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Begging for Change (A Story About Misreading the Signs of Poverty)

Were his teeth missing or were they just stained? If it was the latter, they were the darkest brown imaginable. It was also difficult to tell where his bushy beard ended, and where the mat of his salt and pepper chest hair began. It was like the laws of physics ceased to exist in that bristled old mane; the hair was at once so dry it looked like you could snap the ends right…