Paris
Ile-de-France, France
This post is dedicated to Oscar
This story begins in a supermarket in Monmatre, Paris. Our Hero, escaping the drizzle outside, stands patiently in line at the QuickEat counter. Oh, the choices. What to eat? Une Baguette? Une Croissant? Un Croque Monsieur...?
"J'ai faim, monsieur."
The timid voice comes from a young, inward man of around twenty-five years. He's hungry. But there's a problem. So is Our Hero.
"Mais non, désolé."
But he's not the only one to turn down this Hungry Soul. Will no one stop to give him some spare change? It seems not.
Une Croque Madame? Un... Finally, Our Hero decides upon Pizza-Baguette. Valiantly, he asks for it to be cut in two, and offers one half to the Hungry Soul.
"Non merci. I don't eat crap."
Apparently, beggars can be choosers.
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