“The Invisible”

“Spare change mister?  Got a quarter ma’am?  Hey kid, gimme 
a dime.”  

No one pays attention.  Not even a glance in his direction.  
Occasionally someone drops a coin or two, more out of habit 
than wanting to help.  He is one of the invisible.  They 
hide in plain sight.  No one knows their name, and no one 
cares.  They are an inconvenience at best.  

He walks out of the terminal after a day of begging, and vanishes.  No one 
notices because they didn’t see him in the first place. He walks down a filthy alleyway and stops at a graffiti covered door. He opens it into an immaculate room in contras...

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