As rain crashed onto Seth's cold feet he could feel himself becoming more tired and weak by the moment. Just as Seth was about to leave this horrible world for the night, a black limousine pulled up to the worn out curb. A man popped out of the door, muscly, but not too much. The man wore a black suit, black tie, black shoes, and black glasses. "Greetings from the HPRC," he spoke in a manly voice. "We would like to inform you that you have been selected to have a chance in being hired for a well paying job, designed for the homeless." He spoke again. Seth instantly agreed. "Well, when are we going?"
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Homeless
Fiction généraleWhen a man in his late teens is kicked out of his house by abusive parents, he has no choice but to live on the streets of Seattle. When a special job opportunity opens up for him, his life is on the line as to if he gets in or not.
