Yesterday on my way home I passed through a part of London where there are a lot of wealthy commuters. I saw a man begging beside the station and when he asked for money I refused, feeling that there were probably many others in the area who could give.
But I did stop to have a little chat, and in the course of the conversation he asked if I would buy him food. This time I felt that I couldn’t refuse, knowing that my own meals for the day were provided for me by others and with no effort on my part!
I asked what he would like and he sent me off to the shop with a request. I looked around for ages, not able to see what he had asked for except in a form that would require cooking… I began to wonder did he have somewhere where he…
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