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Arthur had a way of making you feel as if you didn’t belong. If my kids rode their bikes too close to his fence, he’d shout from his porch, calling them “those wild animals” and telling anyone who’d listen that I was raising delinquents.
If I waved, he’d turn his back and slam the door.
That was Arthur.
And no one had ever been inside his house.
He’d shout from his porch.
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So yeah… when I started bringing him food, people thought I’d lost my mind.
But they didn’t see what I saw.
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It was the middle of winter when everything changed.
I was running late for my morning shift at the diner when I spotted Arthur lying on the icy sidewalk.
He was flat on his back, not calling out or moving.
I dropped my bag and ran over. “Arthur? Can you hear me?”
His eyes opened slowly.
People thought I’d lost my mind.
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