He didn’t have enough, but I did.
He searched for resources embarrassed.
He promised to return, hurrying away.
I gave because I could.
It wasn’t much, less than 2 euros.
The cashier looked puzzled
but she accepted my gift to him.
In fact, she chased him down
while I waited, patiently.
I made sure he got a tiny yellow duck.
I made sure the cashier got a tiny yellow duck.
My spirit felt good and right.
He didn’t have enough, but I did.
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