Two years on the streets hadn’t been kind to Tom. His tattered coat fluttered in the crisp evening breeze, chilling his skin. Once, he never would have considered stealing someone else’s food, but he hadn’t eaten in days. He sighed. There she sat, as usual, enjoying that quarter pounder without a care in the world. He crept closer, inhaling the delicious aroma of her meal. Leaping over the bench, he snatched the hamburger and fled, leaving the wax paper fluttering to the ground. The woman squealed, glaring at his retreating figure in disgust. “Stupid freaking cat. That’s twice this week.”
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