There are three homeless men and one woman crowded together on the sidewalk, seated just next to the entrance to a McDonald's. One of the men, who appears to be the youngest, is swaying back and forth while seated, his eyes tightly shut, and I can scarcely imagine what drugs he is on. Carl wanders off ahead as I stop to observe, not knowing what to do, but somehow knowing that I have to see this. Then, a man, possibly in his fifties or early sixties, comes out of the Mcdonalds, carrying a large paper bag. He gives it to the woman and I hear him say something, "Here is all the food you ordered. I hope it's enough" and I recognize the voice and the Australian accent as Chuck wanders off in the opposite direction. He appears well, dressed in beige slacks and green T shirt. I stand paralyzed, wishing I could call out to him and knowing I cannot. But he appears to have noted my presence, and as I sense Carl returning to check in on me, Chuck rapidly approaches us, a wide smile illuminating his aging face...
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