There is a cold front that drops Miami's temperature to sweater weather today. It's cold outside, for Miami. When it gets cold, you feel for men like this poor soul. He is getting the sun warmth on the ground outside a Kentucky Fried Chicken on US-1, covered under a tattered thin dirty zebra blanket with holes here and there, clutching two one dollar bills and a few loose pennies. He is not asking for a handout and was listening to an old handset attached to his right ear. I wonder when his batteries will run out.
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