Lost

…He was six or seven when he met the ice cream man. The man was pale and gaunt and spoke of disease and sickness; he met the lady in crimson next. She made him angry, he had been ten at the time and a bully had gotten a black eye. Then there was the witch. She spoke of hunger, of starvation, just talking to her made him hungry and last came the musician. He played a sorrowful song and the boy had tipped him a twenty.
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