The Sidewalk Witness
Old Sam had been a part of the New York pavement for thirty years. To the thousands of suits rushing toward Wall Street, he was just a smudge of grey against the concrete, a human landmark that one navigated around without ever seeing. Sam didn't mind. Being invisible was the best vantage point in the world. Then came Arthur. Arthur was young, thin, and wore a tweed jacket that looked like it...
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