"HELLO! HELLO!"
The homeless bookseller was sitting on an office chair sleeping and covered with a blanket.
"How much for this book?" I asked.
"Pay what you want." He said.
The man was selling: books, CD's, DVD's, shoes, clothes, furniture, and I kid you not--he even had a sink for sale. The book that I paid a buck for is, My Brother's Keeper, by Stanislaus Joyce. I walked by the next day, around the same time 2:AM. He wasn't around, but all his stuff was. It had rained all day. All his books were destroyed--except the sink.
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