Cold Coffee

Everyday at 7.34 am, she walked by the place where I was sitting, begging the people to give me some money. Everyday at 7.34 am, she had a cup with coffee in it in her hand. Everyday at 7.34 am, no matter if it was summer or winter, she was wearing a red hat. Everyday at 7.34 am, she was smiling at me. Everyday at 7.34 am, she gave me 10 dollars.

But one day, at 7.34 am, she wasn't there. A man, wearing a black sweater, stopped in front of me. He didn't say anything, he just handed me her cup she was always carrying. I opened the cup amd took a sip. It was only then I realized that she had been carrying cold coffee.

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