The girl in the light-up sneakers stood staring at the bits of aluminum metal around the man's ankles. She reached into her pocket and pulled out twelve soda tabs. Three of them were a tell-tale neon green. Five-year-olds shouldn't drink that.
She dropped them into the pail at the man's calloused feet. The man smiled, continuing to play his ukelele from his perch on the brick wall of the park.
The girl looked at him expectantly. Then she spit three pennies out of her mouth into her palm and held them out.
"Will you make me a hobo bracelet?"
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