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“I have the prettiest balloons”, he says to himself as he waits to make a sale. He knows the chances are slim; his face tells the story of hard life as a street seller. 

He contemplates his situation, “burst all the balloons and then end it all?” The only thing stopping him is fear, the same fear that keeps him waiting.

Darkness has set in on his day and his life; but he continues on. “I have the prettiest balloons.”

He has but three things in life he can count on; his bike, waiting, and the fear.

original content story by @sultnpapper

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