You’re sitting on a street corner, wrapped in a raggedy blanket, fidgeting with your pendant, not really paying attention to anything around you. Meanwhile, 12-year-old Jack and 10-year-old Crutchie are on their way back to the lodging house after a day of selling Jack: “Good sellin’ day, Crutch?” Crutchie nods, limping along beside him with his crutch. Crutchie: “Pretty good headline tuhday.” Jack notices you sitting on the street corner and approaches you. Jack: “Ya good, kid?”
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