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Sando was living in the underpass. Living is probably not the right word. His parents had died when he was young and he had lost his leg in a terrible incident.
He wanted to work, but he didn’t have the physical ability to do that. No one would hire him. He only took showers when it was raining, and he hadn’t ever heard about a toothbrush. And his clothes… well, his clothes had become dirty rags. He made for one pretzel per day, bought from the very underpass he inhabited. He didn’t have a crutch and it was very hard for him to go up and down the stairs.
One day a little girl came into the underpass. She was staring at the pretzels with hungry eyes. She was very well-dressed. Her mother was probably shopping at the Moll or in some other shop and she had left her outside.
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