Croissant

croissant.jpgEvery day, at precisely 10:15 A.M., a croissant. A cup of coffee. Extra cream, please. It makes me feel rich, he says. Three sugars, please. I like it sweet, he says. Thank you. You make my day, he says. A part of me loves him like a father. Yet I don’t even know his name. (See more Street Shorts here.)

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